#[just like robert himself... haha]

[kiss-me-cill-me]

Follow Me Down

Pairing: Robert Fischer x Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

Summary: Dealing with Robert's advances feels like a full time job in itself. When he finally pushes you past your breaking point at a company party, you decide that it's time to teach him a lesson.

Warnings: Smut, hate sex, semi-public sex, mean reader, pushy/bratty Robert, kind of switch!Robert, S&M themes, oral (f receiving), face sitting, high heel kink, spit kink, choking, non-consensual creampie, name calling (including one use of "bitch"), workplace harassment, degradation, misogyny, mentions of drinking/alcohol, reader insults Robert by suggesting that he would spike her drink (but it does not actually happen)

A/N: Are New Year's Eve fics a thing? If not, they should be haha. I love New Year's Eve, so as a little early present, please enjoy this piece of absolute filth. Title was inspired by George Taylor's song Come Follow Me Down, which I listened to on repeat while writing the smut portion of this. Thank you for reading, and I'm wishing you all a great start to 2024!

***Please read the warnings before continuing. Minors DNI***

Robert Fischer was the kind of man who had everything handed to him in life, and it showed. He was petulant, unserious, and thoughtless. Or at least, mostly thoughtless; he did possess the very annoying ability to badger the living hell out of someone in order to get what he wanted. And tonight, as was so unfortunately often the case, the focus of his one-track mind was you.

He was trailing after you now, either oblivious to or willfully ignorant of the look of annoyance plastered over your face as you tried to lose him. He barely had to hurry to keep up.

“Don’t be shy asking for my help with closing that big merger if you need it,” he told you.

You grimaced. You knew how to do your job.

“Robert, let’s not talk about work while we’re off the clock,” you said shortly, trying to make your voice as sweet as possible so that he wouldn’t have an excuse to comment on your tone.

You were at the company’s New Year’s Eve party. Ostensibly, this was the last of (too many) excuses littered throughout the year for the big wig executives to drink expensive booze and make fools of themselves on the company dime. And, annoyingly, it was also yet another opportunity for Fischer to try and sleep with you. 

“Okay. Let me get you a drink then,” he offered.

You decided you were done being sweet. You stopped and turned on your heel to face him.

“I wouldn’t leave you alone with my drink for two seconds, much less accept one you’d gotten your grubby little mitts on,” you hissed.

Robert made no indication that he understood what you were insinuating. Instead, he rested a hand on your waist, tugging you just a bit closer to him.

“Then I’ll escort you to the bar,” he said. “And I’ll even keep my hands on you, so you’ll know that I haven’t touched your drink.”

He was disgusting. 

“Why don’t you escort yourself?” you shot back, shaking out of his grip.

You were abstaining from drinks tonight, wanting to keep your wits about you just in case Robert tried to get too handsy. Or, handsier than he usually was. This was a fairly frequent occurrence, and although you were used to it, it still pissed you off. Robert was nothing you couldn’t handle, but the arrogant rich boy attitude got old quick. It annoyed you that you couldn’t say anything without risking the job you had worked so hard for. Unlike him, you hadn’t been born into a world that put you automatically on a pedestal. On the contrary, it often felt like people were trying to kick you off the ledge.

Robert was walking behind you again, thankfully keeping his hands to himself even as he hovered at your heels, and you walked deeper into the party. All around you, drunken coworkers reveled and laughed. There was only about one hour left in the year, and by god the company was going to spend it drinking enough champagne to kill an elephant.

“Come on,” Robert called behind you, still trailing. “Don’t you know how to take a joke?”

You ignored him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response. As you wove your way through the crowd, one of the higher-ups signaled to you. 

You jumped at the opportunity, hoping that Robert would at least have the common decency to leave you be while you were talking to a man who was essentially your boss. But of course, rules and manners didn’t apply to Robert Fischer like they would to anyone else. As you talked with the executive about mergers and acquisitions, Robert stood directly behind you. Practically breathing down your neck. You had to bite your tongue when he placed a hand on the small of your back again. What the hell did he think he was doing?

After a few minutes, the higher-up - slightly intoxicated - excused himself and wandered off, leaving you alone again with the man who was quickly becoming the bane of your existence.

“Robert-” you started to bark.

“God, you’re sexy when you talk business,” Robert interrupted.

You were facing him again, his arm still wrapped around you possessively. You caught a whiff of bourbon on his breath. He certainly wasn’t drunk, but the alcohol had clearly loosened his tongue. Usually he wasn’t this forward. You frowned.

“And you’re an unprofessional prick.”

Your outburst almost seemed to shock you more than it did Robert. His expression never faltered, except to allow a small smirk to spread across his lips.

“Sweetheart, don’t flatter me like that,” he teased. “A pretty girl like you could give a guy like me ideas.”

He raised his eyebrows at you as he said “ideas,” lowering his voice a bit. You got the message.

“I’m sorry if I was unclear,” you said, trying not to speak through clenched teeth. “But the only idea I want to give you is to leave me the hell alone.”

Robert put his hands up, pretending to look wounded. Or maybe he was going for shocked. As if you hadn’t made it abundantly clear already just how uninterested you were. He took a step back, to your relief.

“Okay, I can see you need some time to cool off,” he relented. Finally, you were getting somewhere. “But can you really blame me for getting mixed signals?”

You had no idea what Robert was talking about, until he started pointing above him. Your eyes trailed up, and you saw for the first time a little sprig of mistletoe, hanging in the hallway. A leftover from the company’s Christmas decorations. Of all the places you could have been standing… When you looked back at Robert, your mouth was a thin line.

“What are you, twelve?” you asked. 

He just smiled. 

“Christmas is over, Robert,” you said coldly.

As you started to walk away, he called after you.

“Can’t blame a guy for trying!”

Fischer was right about one thing - you did need some time to cool off. Being around him made your skin crawl. It made you feel like you needed a shower and a guzzle of holy water, just to exorcize any lingering traces of him from your system. A gin and tonic would probably have at least some of the same effects. And you were craving one, but you reminded yourself that you needed to stay sharp. Robert had left you alone for now, but it was only a matter of time before he would be back. You settled for just the tonic.

Rubbing your head as you walked through the party, horribly bitter drink in hand, you wondered why you had even bothered to come. So much of what you did was for the sake of appearances. Anything to claw your way ahead. Though of course, even you had limits. Sleeping with Fischer would, ironically, probably end in a boon to your career. But you definitely weren’t about to let yourself sink to that level. 

You looked down at your gin-less tonic, twist of lime bobbing lazily in the bubbles. Why were you even drinking this? It certainly wasn’t for the taste. You dumped the rest of your drink in a potted plant, and set the empty glass down on a table.

This party was a total drag. But, you figured, at least you wouldn’t have to go far to find a little solitude. One of the benefits of working for an insanely wealthy company like Fischer Morrow was that even mid-level employees like you got extravagant offices. Your high heels clicked against the tile as you strode off, eager to leave the maddening din - and Robert Fischer - behind.

You reached your office door, and instantly knew that something was off. Behind the frosted windows, you could tell that the lights were on. The party was on the floor below yours; there should have been nobody up here, much less in your private office. Maybe it was just one of the cleaners, working late. Well, no problem. They would be easy enough to get rid of, and then you could regroup and prepare yourself for the remainder of a night full of fending off Robert’s advances. You pushed open the door.

Really, you should have seen this coming. Of course it wasn’t going to be this easy to get rid of him.

“Robert,” you sighed. You took in the sight of him, sitting in your swivel chair and looking very pleased with himself. “Do I really have to ask you to get out of my office?”

“Not if you don’t want me to,” he taunted, effortlessly throwing your own words back at you. He winked, and you narrowed your eyes.

You walked over to your desk, large and shiny with a stained walnut finish. It was an expensive piece of furniture, and one that Robert somehow managed to look right at home sitting behind. As if he owned the place. Which was closer to the truth than you particularly liked to think about. 

“Why do you enjoy doing this?” you asked, not expecting a real answer.

“I just like getting a rise out of you,” Robert said.

It sounded strangely honest. You leaned over your desk, staring down at him. Trying to size him up.

“You’re very mean when you want to be,” Robert continued, almost observationally.

You weren’t sure where he was going with this. Sure, you could be mean. It was part of the reason why you’d achieved the position you were in now; you didn’t advance in business by being a pushover.

Robert, you noticed, was currently staring down the front of your dress. You scrambled to stand up, and crossed your arms over your chest. The little pervert wasn’t even trying to hide it. You circled the desk, coming to rest on the side where Robert still sat, watching you calmly. You silently willed him to get out of your chair; to leave your office and give you twenty seconds of peace. He didn’t, of course, and so you took a seat on the desk, crossing your legs and tapping one foot in the air.

“So, what? Do you get off on me being mean to you or something?” you pressed.

Robert shrugged, neither confirming nor denying. For some reason, that infuriated you even more. You hated his smug face; that little smirk he was wearing right now that meant he was getting what he wanted. You had the sudden urge to slap him. Maybe that would teach him a lesson.

“And what about you?” Robert asked. “What do you get out of this?”

“Me?!” You were incredulous. “Christ. What could I possibly be getting out of putting up with you constantly bothering me?”

Robert shrugged again, and your desire to slap him grew.

“Maybe you get off on it too,” he guessed. “Being mean, that is.”

“You think I get off on doing this?” you scoffed. “Do you ever think about anything besides sex?”

“You’re the one who brought up getting off; not me.”

You were really going to lose it. You could barely see Fischer sitting in front of you now for all of the angry red that was swirling through your vision. He thought he could walk in here, sit at your desk, and then tell you you got off on being mean to him? He didn’t know how mean you could be.

“What’s your end goal with all this, Robert? You really think you’re gonna get to live out whatever twisted fantasy you’ve made me a part of in that sick little head of yours?”

“Maybe,” Robert said nonchalantly. You could feel him undressing you with his eyes.

“Yeah? What are you hoping to do to me?” you prodded. You didn’t care what you were saying anymore; you were way past the point of professionalism. “Probably tie me up and watch me try to fight you off, right?”

Robert looked up at you very calmly, holding your angry gaze as he answered you.

“I’d rather have you step on me with those heels,” he said.

You were taken aback.

“Excuse me?”

“I said: I want you to step on me with those slutty little stilettos you keep waving in my face,” he repeated.

You froze. One foot was braced against the drawers of your desk, and the other was poised in the air, hovering just in front of Robert’s knee as he sat in your chair.

“What’s the matter?” Robert asked. “I warned you you’d give a guy like me ideas, didn’t I?”

Part of you was in shock. This was not how you had expected this interaction to go. But another part of you - a corner of your mind that you didn’t even want to acknowledge - really was turned on by the idea of putting him in his place. You grinned.

“What makes you think I’d do that for you?” you hummed, mocking him.

Before he had a chance to respond, you lifted your foot and pressed the sharp point of your heel against the fleshy part of Robert’s shoulder. His expensive suit jacket started to crease. You pushed your heel in a little more, pushing him back just an inch.

Robert’s eyes started to wander, trying to sneak a look under your dress as you sat in front of him, your leg lifted up to press into his shoulder. 

“You’re a pig,” you told him, shifting your foot so that it was in the middle of his chest. 

The new angle made it a little harder for him to get a peek, with your legs more pressed together. Robert’s eyes drifted back to your face, a look of restrained amusement dancing across his own features. He was trying to play it cool, but you noticed the way his fingers dug into the chair’s leather armrests.

“Just another pretty boy in a suit,” you continued, inching the toe of your shoe up toward his collar. 

The point of your heel was right over his sternum, and Robert started to smile. He really was enjoying this, and the realization both repulsed and aroused you.

“Think you can take whatever you want. You need to be put in your place.”

You pushed back with your foot, making Robert’s chair roll a few inches so that you had space to stand up between him and the desk. You planted one foot on the floor, and the other directly over his crotch, pressing in with the dull toe of your shoe. The point of your heel rested on the chair in front of him, between his slightly parted legs. You weren’t trying to impale the poor man, but the devious look that Robert fixed on you as you towered over him almost made it look like he would have preferred if you did.

“Told you y’get off on being mean,” he teased.

You grabbed hold of his tie and pulled his face closer to yours as you looked down at him.

“Robert, if you think this is what a woman looks like when she gets off, I have some very bad news for you. Why don’t you show me what that pretty mouth is good for?”

You pushed away from him, climbing back up on the desk and spreading your legs. The tight black dress you wore rode up your thighs, and Robert instantly dropped to his knees in front of you. He hooked a finger into the crotch of your panties, using it to drag them to the side until you were on display for him.

“You can deny all you want,” he mocked, “but you wouldn’t be this wet if you really didn’t enjoy it.”

“Jesus. Stop talking,” you ordered.

You shoved his face between your legs, and his tongue eagerly came out to lick at you. You were wet - there really wasn’t any denying it - but you didn’t need him pointing out that fact as if he weren’t the one desperately lapping at your cunt. Robert was the pathetic one here; you were really just going along with things to teach him a lesson. If he wanted you to walk all over him, you would make sure he regretted ever crossing paths with you. And if you happened to get off while doing it - well,  you'd just chalk that down as some much-needed stress relief. Dealing with Robert was exhausting.

You hooked your legs over his arms, pinning him in place as he balanced himself against the desk. As much as you hated to admit it, he was good at this. Very good. His tongue was lavishing you; his blue eyes never breaking contact with yours as he ate you out. The way he was looking up at you felt dirty and yet dangerously addicting, all at the same time. Your hand tangled in his hair, pulling him even closer as your breath hissed through your teeth. Abruptly, you pulled him away.

“Get on the desk,” you commanded, a little out of breath.

Robert stood up, wiped his smug face, and started to climb up onto the desk.

“On your back.”

He laid down, swinging his feet up so that he was fully spread out across the hard surface. You reached up under your dress to remove your panties. Having him hold them to the side was only getting in the way.

You carefully got up on the desk with him, knees resting on either side of his face.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” you scoffed, half for your own benefit.

“Think of it this way,” Robert smirked beneath you. “Isn’t it gonna make you happy to wipe this smile off my face?”

“I thought I told you to shut up.”

You sat down, putting almost your full weight on his face. Robert reached up to grab hold of your thighs, supporting you, and you were actually grateful for it even though it gave him an opportunity to grope at your ass. Your legs were getting weaker every second, and you could feel yourself tipping over the edge.

Part of the thrill was from being in such a compromising position. Before, if someone had walked in, there was a chance that Robert could stand up and you would be able to smooth down your dress in time to avoid getting caught. But now… well, riding a man’s face as he was splayed out on the desk beneath you was a little harder to recover from, logistically.

You ground your hips down, so tantalizingly close to coating his face in your release. Robert seemed to sense your urgency, and dug his fingers into your flesh, practically begging for it. His tongue dragged roughly across your clit, sucking with just the right pressure.

Your mouth hung open as you came, at first frozen in a silent scream and then moaning, sinfully, as an orgasm rolled over you. You seemed to shake from your shoulders down into your knees, and Robert’s tongue lapped up all of your arousal. He pressed his lips to your clit one final time as you slid off of him. 

When your hips were straddling his, Robert sat up to hold you. His hands were hungry, grabbing at your waist as he tried to pull you closer and into a kiss.

“No kissing,” you choked out, putting a hand on his chest to stop him.

Robert didn't try to push past you, just paused and looked up at you with light, teasing eyes.

“Come on, sweetheart. It's New Year's Eve. You're not gonna give me a kiss at midnight?” 

You swallowed, not trusting your shaky voice to respond without giving him more fuel to taunt you with. He didn't need it.

“Even after you already let me wrap my lips around your pretty cunt?” 

Your hand on his chest pressed down, pushing him back onto the hard wood. Robert smiled again, proud of himself for getting to you. He really did know how to wind you up.

“You’re such a typical rich boy,” you spat. “So used to getting anything you ask for.”

“Usually I don’t even have to ask,” Robert corrected.

“Right. Other women just throw themselves at you?” You felt your hatred flare.

He gave you that knowing look again, but kept his smirking mouth shut. You noticed the way your arousal still glistened against his lips. The whole lower half of his face, actually, was drenched, and the sight of it sent a pang of renewed desire all through you.

Suddenly, Robert’s grip tightened at your waist. He bunched up the fabric of your dress, exposing you a little more, and forced you down onto his leg. 

“Use me to get yourself off.”

Already impatient, his hands had started to pull at your hips, making you rock back and forth. The cloth of his suit pants brushed roughly against your exposed clit, still sensitive from his earlier treatment. But still, it felt good. Too good.

“Robert-”

You had opened your mouth to protest, but he cut you off.

“Mm, say my name, baby.”

He was so full of himself. Something snapped in you, and your hand flew up to his neck. As your grip tightened, Robert only threw his head back.

“Honestly, do you ever shut up?” you spat.

Despite yourself, your hips started to stutter against him, desperate to rub harder as the pressure started to build in you again. For whatever reason, you found yourself going along with Robert’s demands once more. Your hand on his neck squeezed.

“You really do get everything you want,” you hissed, teeth clenching against the ache that was rapidly growing between your legs.

“Not true,” Robert choked out beneath you. His voice was straining from your grip, but you could still hear the hint of satisfaction. “I haven’t gotten to stick it in you yet.”

Your walls clenched around nothing, and you hated how his words could affect you. You angrily took it out on him, pressing the hand on his neck down even harder. Robert hissed out through his teeth, then dissolved into a rough cry of pleasure. 

“Fuck," you gasped.

Your grip loosened, suddenly, as a wave of ecstasy came crashing over you for the second time. It was unexpected and fast, taking you by such surprise that you fell forward on the desk a little, caging Robert’s face with your arms. Your stomach churned with embarrassment as the feeling faded, and you realized that just the sound of his voice had been enough to push you over the edge.

You looked down, and saw Robert’s eyes full of mirth. His face was flushed, blood rushing back now that your hand was off him. A few strands of hair stood out of place against his forehead. Honestly, he was a mess; clothes all wrinkled and normally-neat red tie knocked askew. You could feel yourself dripping. His very expensive suit pants were probably ruined. Although, that was really his problem.

“Tell me again how you don’t get off on being mean?” Robert rasped below you.

You were panting, and clearly in no position to answer him. But even if you had been able to speak, you certainly weren’t about to tell him that it had been his animalistic moan that really made you come. Robert started to sit up a little, keeping one arm around your waist.

“You hate me so much.” Robert’s voice was still slightly hoarse, but there was that tone of amusement, as usual. 

“Poor little rich boy.”

It was all you could think to say, still trying to recover from two orgasms back to back. Robert gave you a look that was almost pitying.

“When are you gonna admit that you’re just jealous?” Robert purred.

You gave him a look of disgust, hoping your scowl would communicate everything that you couldn’t verbalize. Your head was still reeling, dizzy from the rush.

“You think you’re better than everyone else just because you have to scramble to get ahead? Please. You wish you had it as easy as me.” Robert’s hands came up to grasp at your wrists, holding you in place as he brought his lips close to yours. “But lucky for me, you’re not above sleeping your way to the top.”

Is that really what he thought this was? No. That wasn’t the reason for this. Inch by inch, Robert was bringing his lips closer to you. This bastard, thinking he understood you. Infuriated, you did the only thing you could think to do, and spit on him.

He stopped, but didn’t look particularly surprised. The trail of spit started to drip down his face, mixing on his cheek with the leftover sheen of your arousal. Calmly, Robert brought a hand up to his face and wiped off the efforts of your rebellion.

“I knew there was a reason I liked you, sweetheart.”

In the next instant, Robert’s hands were at his belt, nimble fingers working the buckle. You noticed for the first time how painfully stretched his pants were. He had to be in agony. But, you thought bitterly, that was probably exactly how he wanted it.

“Here - why don’t you spit on my cock?” he goaded, pulling himself out of his briefs.

Your eyes blew wide at the sight of him. That certainly explained the amount of confidence he had. You struggled to shoot back a response.

“In your dreams,” you muttered.

“Don’t be like that,” Robert chided, pouting a little bit.

As much as he liked to act, you could tell that he wasn’t really hurt. Someone as arrogant as Robert Fischer could never be truly bothered by anything. This was merely an inconvenience. He pinched your cheeks between his rough fingers, forcing you to look down at his dick with your mouth open. A long, wet rope of saliva fell from your lips.

“There, was that so hard?”

Robert’s pinching hand left your face as he brought it down to rub at his length, hastily working your spit over himself.

“This is for your benefit anyway,” he winked. “Don’t want it to hurt you too much.”

You watched, almost mesmerized, as he pumped himself a few more times. Satisfied, he stood up, taking you with him. Standing in your heels, you were almost as tall as him, and he looked directly into your eyes.

“Now, do you want me to fuck you over the desk, or up against the wall?”

You almost couldn’t believe his audacity. You glared at him, a heavy, electrical silence hanging between you.

“Tick-tock, sweetheart.”

“Go to hell, Robert,” you answered. 

“Well, then I guess we’re doing what I want.” He smiled. “How ironic.”

He lifted you up in one swift motion, and then your back was against the wall. The head of his cock was pressing into you, and the stretch was almost painful.

“So fuckin’ tight,” he hissed. “Just what I would expect from a stuck-up little bitch.”

His words stung, but not as much as the snap of his hips as he thrust into you, forcing a little whine out of your lips. You grit your teeth, trying to muffle your reaction.

“You squeeze me so good when you’re angry,” Robert laughed. “Fuck.”

His hands were digging into you, holding you up as he pulled out and then pressed greedily back in. Your head pushed back against the wall, overwhelmed by his size. 

“What’s wrong, baby? Too much for you?” he teased.

“You- wish-”

Your words cut off as Robert fucked sharply into you again, then paused. You wrapped your legs tighter around him, pulling his hips against you as you tried to hold yourself up. It only made him push deeper. 

“Fuck, Robert-!”

You cried out, interrupting yourself again, and felt his lips brush against your neck.

“I didn’t even move that time, baby,” he smirked. 

You couldn’t stand to see him so smug. Somewhere deep inside yourself, you found strength.

“W-what are you waiting for, then? Get to work, pretty boy.”

Robert grinned as he thrust into you, even more powerfully than before. You wanted to whimper, but bit your tongue. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“You really are something else,” Robert chuckled.

His pace had started to speed up, and now he was pumping in and out of you relentlessly, each thrust pushing you back against the wall. Your body had finally adjusted to his girth, and you were almost starting to enjoy the stretch. Not to mention the way that his head hit a certain spot inside of you, nearly making you fall apart every time he brushed against it.

You were finding it harder and harder to suppress your moans, and every now and then one would slip out of your tightly-pressed lips. Robert seemed to speed up every time he heard you whimper.

“Fuck!” you swore, as he hit a particularly deep spot.

“You take my cock so well,” he grunted. Even trying to keep his cool, it was clear that he was only seconds away from release. “Now let’s see how you take my cum.”

“Not… not inside,” you panted.

“Don’t- fucking- tell me what to do.”

“Don't fucking come in me!”

Pressed against the wall, your options for retaliation were limited. Your legs could do nothing but wrap around him; his hands stopping you from putting your feet on the floor. Your own hands were occupied gripping at the lapels of his suit, hanging on for dear life as he split you open. Really, the only available part of you was your mouth.

Your lips bruised hard against his, taking his bottom lip between your teeth and biting hard enough that you hoped it hurt. Robert let out a muffled growl against you, and you sank your teeth in more.

Somewhere far away, a clock chimed and the party below you surged drunkenly. Robert thrust his hips into you one last time, and then you felt him painting your walls; cum leaking out of you as he held you, still suspended in the air. As the buzzing in your head started to fade, you realized he was smiling against your lips.

You jaw relaxed just enough for Robert to pull himself away. His lip was bruised; angry red from where your teeth had scraped him. He was even more disheveled than he had been, and, somehow, even more satisfied with himself.

“Ended up giving me that kiss anyway,” he rasped, voice still heavy from exertion and lust. “And right at midnight, too.”

You felt your hatred surge again, weakly. You were exhausted; barely able to keep yourself upright when Robert finally set you on your feet. He stepped away, leaving you to tug down your dress and try to make yourself presentable. A very difficult task, considering you still had fresh cum leaking out of you. Your eyes quickly scanned the floor for your panties. You would not stoop to searching on your hands and knees for them. Not until Robert left your office, at least.

Robert finished zipping his pants and replacing his belt, shiny silver buckle clicking under his fingers. He tugged at his suit, barely making a dent in the wrinkles, and smoothed a hand over his hair.

“Well, I would say ‘same time next week,’ but I think it would be easier to pencil you in at lunch,” Robert joked. “Maybe we can finally have that drink before I take you back to my office. You’ll have a really nice view of the city while I fuck you against the window.”

You really couldn’t believe the nerve. Although, by now, it should have been easy to expect no less from Robert. You walked right up to him and planted a finger in the center of his chest.

“If you think I’m ever having sex with you again, you’re twice as delusional as I thought you were,” you huffed. 

Robert took one more long look at you, and shrugged.

“Can’t blame a guy for trying.”

[sports-on-sundays]

omgg i'm so relievedd,😭😭 anyway here's the request

can you please do an enemies to lovers with pedri wherein the reader is frenkie's sister and pedri and her have beef with eachother and fight like cats and dogs all the time but pedri is lowkey in love with her and sneakily keeps dropping hints but the reader is too oblivious to notice them, then gavi, sick of their banter tries to get them together by pretending to be interested in the reader and pedri get's furious with gavi cuz he's in love with the reader?

anyway i hope you're doing well, sending you lot's and lot's of lovee 💗💗

she's mine / Pedri González

Summary: Pedri x de Jong!female!reader - Enemies to lovers - Pedri can't help but feel more than hate towards his enemy. And he won't stand for it when it seems her attention is being given to anyone else but himself.

Warnings: censored swearing, reader is SO oblivious haha, I'M SO SORRY FOR THE CHEESY ENDING BUT IT FELT SO RIGHT OKAY, her being Frenkie's sister didn't end up becoming a part of the plot so sorry if you wanted it to be anon

Author's Note: Thanks so much for the request, and I hope you're doing well also. :)

Requested?: yup!

A gust of warm wind blows your hair in your face as you enter the Barcelona training pitch. You tuck it behind your ear as your eyes scan the green field, searching for someone.

You tell yourself you're looking for your brother, Frenkie, but your eyes only stop searching when they fall on Pedri. He's sitting on one of the coolers, talking with Robert Lewandowski and Sergi Roberto. You smirk and saunter over, slipping down to sit on the cooler next to him. "Hey. Why aren't you out there playing, Pedri?" you say with a condescending smile.

His head snaps over to look at you, and his jaw visibly clenches as he demands, "Where did you come from? You weren't there a second a-"

"Maybe you just weren't paying attention, idiot. I didn't know you were that unaware of your surroundings..."

"Would you stop?" he snarls, gently shoving you. "Why are you always here, anyway? Do you think you have rights to walk right on in just because you're Frenkie's sister?"

You shrug cockily. "Pretty much. Everyone loves me, including Xavi. You're the only idiot that doesn't."

At this, Sergi (mysteriously) gets up and says, "I'll leave you two to fight this one out."

Robert nods and follows close behind, calling over his shoulder, "Don't be too aggressive with each other now!" You hear a snicker in the more experienced player's voice, which only fuels you more to bug Pedri.

"You aren't being too aggressive," you turn back to Pedri. "What kind of weak shove was that, anyway?"

"I just didn't shove you any harder because you're delicate and weak." He glanced up, meeting your eyes as he added, "Shame you've got no boyfriend to take care of your damsel self."

"Oh, for f***'s sake! Shut up- you know you're pulling crap out of thin air now!"

"That's what you do every single argument we have," Pedri comments with an eye roll. He bends down to tie his shoe, but then looks up, meeting your eyes again in that annoying way, and says, "Wait, you have a boyfriend?!"

"Don't say it like that!" you snap. "I don't, but I don't need one. I'm just fine without a stupid man to boss me around!"

He snorts and comments softly as he stands up, "I wouldn't say I'm stupid, and I certainly wouldn't boss you around..."

"Huph! Yeah, right!" you snap, the intention of his statements blowing straight over your head. "I bet you'd be the worst of them all! My God, no woman deserves an ass like you! Sure hope you never get a girlfriend- any would be too good for you."

"So sharp with your comebacks!" Pedri looks back. "But you use the same ones every time. You're so predictab-"

"Hey, Pedri."

Both of you look up to see Gavi sauntering over to the two of you. He pulls a water bottle from the cooler Pedri just stood up from and tells him, "Quit all the chit-chatting, for God's sake. Break time is done for you, Pedri."

"Yeah!" you grin, calling after him as he sulks away, "Lazy!"

Some days later, you walk down the hallway of the training centre. You're waiting for Frenkie, since you're going with him to visit with him and Mikky and some friends after training, when suddenly your nerves are hit simply by a familiar voice calling behind you, "Hey, Y/n..."

You swivel around to meet the obnoxious brown eyes of none other than Pedri. Your jaw clenches, but you're always ready to pick a fight with him- especially if he's up for it.

There's a flash of emotion in his eyes, and all the sudden he goes from walking toward you to being right in front of you. Your back hits the wall it's facing, and you gasp as the scent of his cologne fills your nose. You open your eyes slowly to see only Pedri's eyes. You exhale slowly. He's got you here, with his hands leaning on the wall behind you. You can't read him- you can't tell if he's about to slap you in the face or playfully tease you. All you know is that your nose is about six centimeters from the face of your rival, whom you've hated on a countless number of times.

"What the hell?" you snap. "What's your problem?"

"You know what you did!" he snaps right back, his eyes flashing again.

"What did I do?" you ask innocently as you replay all the rude comments about him and obnoxious tricks played on him.

"You know!" he says, jabbing his elbow into your shoulder- not enough to hurt, so you don't bother with him. He's a coward. He never really hurts you.

You smirk, eyebrows raised, and say, "Was it the chewing gum in your football boot or the 'Kick Me' sign on you last away game?"

"It was the gum-! Wait, 'Kick Me' sign?!"

At this, you break into hysterical laughing at his frightened face. You laugh and laugh, until you finally get out, "You take yourself so seriously, and that's why I know stupid pranks like this really will work in getting under your skin!"

"Tell about the 'Kick Me' sign!" He actually looks quite nervous.

"I managed to give you a 'friendly' pat on the back before you walked the red carpet to the hotel. All the away fans saw. I guess after getting a high-five from their hero, Pedri, they saw he would've rather been kicked in the ass!"

"Wait, it was on my ass?" His eyes widen, and you laugh more, practically wheezing now as Mr. Tough Man is getting dethroned- again. By you, as always.

"No! Lower back, idiot. I guess someone must have taken if off of you before you noticed, and didn't tell you because your pride is so delicate..."

"...Is not!" Pedri snapped, shoving you softly again. "Anyway, the f***ing gum on my expens-"

But you interrupt, showing you really couldn't care less. "Why don't you shove me harder, huh? Weak."

His face twists. "If I did, you might fall over. Clumsy."

"Oh, yeah? Am I? Am I clumsy, or are you just too scared to hurt a woman? Well, I'm not too scared to hurt a man, and I'm also not slamming men into walls to assert my dominance!"

Pedri gapes a little, which feeds your mean-spirited ways.

You grin, and suddenly shove him away. He stumbles back, and reaches back to steady himself on the opposite wall of the hallway.

"Alright, I've f***ing had it with you!" he barks, reaching for you. But you grab his wrist, twisting it. He, with his other hand, clutches the collar of your shirt, and you raise your fist, about to hurl it at his-

Suddenly, another hand grips your wrist, mid air.

Both your's and Pedri's heads flip to the new presence and rest your eyes on the younger Gavi.

Pedri's hand slips off your collar in unison with your hand slipping off his wrist.

Gavi sighs and walks past, in the middle of the two of you, calling behind, "You two, always fighting like cats and dogs! Won't you ever leave each other be? It's starting to get out of hand, with you two wrestling in the halls, and all."

You watch awkwardly as Gavi walks away, both feeling called out at how foolish you were acting.

You sit next to Gavi, swiveling back and forth on a bar stool, in a club. You sip your drink, looking down, because of the slight headache you're starting to obtain from the flashing lights around you, when suddenly someone sits on the other side of you. You look up, seeing that it's none other than Pedri. Again. Now you sit between Gavi and Pedri, and ask obnoxiously to Pedri, "Why are you here?"

He smirks, his eyes glimmering in the flashing lights. "I was here all along. But I could be asking you the same thing, baby."

You snort as Gavi looks over with unimpressed raised eyebrows at Pedri.. "Baby? Your insults are getting worse and worse every day," you remark back snidely, taking the name in a completely different way than most people- including Gavi- probably would.

Who knows how Pedri meant it?

Pedri falters for just a moment, and a strange look of slight confusion and maybe... disappointment?... flashes across his face, before he blinks away the dazed look and replaces it with that stupid smirk again. "You're a stupid baby because I don't think you can handle..." He gently takes your glass from your hand, and it's so sudden, you just watch him do it. "...that."

You glare. "What the hell, Pedri?" you snap. "I'm not anywhere near drunk! Give that back!"

He lifts the quarter full glass above his head, but leans his face close to yours and mutters, just loud enough for you to hear over the blasting party music, "Make me."

You glare more fiercely and snarl, "You know full well I'm capable of beating your ass! Now give me the glass!"

His grin just grows wider, and it annoys you that, for whatever twisted reasons, he's genuinely having fun. Enjoying himself. When you tease him or play pranks on him, you guess you have some fun, but it's mostly just about going out of your way to make his life harder because he's annoying. But he's genuinely having fun right now. Anyone could see that much.

The nerve!

You grab at Pedri, trying to wrestle the drink down, but fail, and just end up stumbling into him. He laughs and very gently elbows you, saying, "Be careful, baby. You've got no prince to catch you if you fall..."

"I don't even get your jokes anymore!" You say in frustrated annoyance. You grit your teeth and double back, ready to ram yourself to his stomach, but suddenly stop yourself when two hands grip your shoulders, and a body slips in between your's and Pedri's. "Gavi!" you say in exasperation. "Stop doing that!"

"You guys stop doing this! These arguments are getting out of hand, for God's sake!"

Pedri sighs, setting your glass down, but says, "It's really none of your business, Gav-"

"It is when you constantly do this with me and every-f***ing-one else around! It becomes our business!" He sighs witha little grunt, sitting back down. You swipe your drink off the table and sit back down next to Gavi, saying, "I'm sorry, Gavi... You see, Pedri's just so stupid..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Gavi rolls his eyes.

And little to either Pedri or you know, but the gears in Gavi's brain start spinning.

You sit on the bleachers, typing something up, enjoying the sunshine, when you hear footsteps. You sigh, knowing it will be Pedri approaching, but refuse to look up.

So you're surprised when Gavi says, "Hey, Y/n."

You look up and watch as Gavi sits close next to you, putting his arm around your shoulders. You don't think much of this, and don't mind that Gavi sits with you for a while, just chatting about whatever. He speaks softly, making the conversation personal. You respond in your regular tones, because why would you do anything different?

For weeks after this incident, Gavi keeps doing things like this, and, strangely, you've realized Pedri's been bothering you less. And you've been bothering him less.

But he keeps sending you the most venomous glances, it's almost worse than his occasional antagonizing.

Gavi's been getting kind of touchy with you, and you're not sure why, but you assume it's just because... you don't know. But you figure there must be a good, normal reason for it.

So you don't mind it. You enjoy your talks.

Today, you sit on the grass next to Gavi. You can't tell if it's just in your head, but you keep catching Pedri's eyes. And he doesn't look happy.

Well, Gavi's sitting quite close to you, so your shoulders are bumping, and has an arm around you, gently touching your lower back. You watch as Pedri starts walking towards you, and automatically a soft sigh escapes your lips.

Right then, Gavi gently slips his hand onto your thigh.

Automatically, your muscles clench, but you don't even look at Gavi.

Because you're watching Pedri.

He looks livid.

You swallow, and glance to Gavi, but as soon as you do, Pedri reaches him, knocks his hand off your thigh, doesn't even glance to you, and says directly to Gavi, "Come with me."

His tone is hard and cold.

Gavi stands up a little too casually (which seems to just feed Pedri's anger even more) and follows Pedri without a fight.

You stare, watching them go, in kind of a shock.

Once they're gone, you give it a minute or so, before standing up and immediately following. Snooping and eavesdropping are not below you. Can't hurt a girl for being curious, right? Besides, you've become pretty good at not getting caught.

You slowly walk down the stairs into the building, light on your feet, and peek behind every corner, listen through every door.

Finally you freeze when you hear voices, coming from behind a closed door. You lean against the wall slowly, intently listening, and grin softly when you can make out the sentences, before your face becomes serious again.

Gavi is saying, "...you've been the nicest person to her anyway!"

Pedri growls (which makes you swallow nervously), "But it's like you're taking her... She doesn't even like you... I saw the look on her face... Get your hands off of her, anyway... She's mine."

Your eyes furrow in confusion. Clearly he's talking about you, but what does this all mean...? Whatever it does, it certainly makes you feel a little angry, along with the utter uncertainty.

"Yeah? Why haven't you gone for it, then? Shoot your shot? You've just been being rude to her to get her attention without even showing how you really feel- I went about it in the-"

"She doesn't like you!"

"Yeah? Prove it?" Gavi says, just as fiery as Pedri himself, but it sounds a little different. You can't place your finger on what's different about Gavi's tone, though, from Pedri's...

There's a few seconds of silence, before a huff and a smaller comment from Pedri: "But I bet I like her more than you."

"Then prove it. I don't believe you."

"How the hell-"

"Whoever pulls her first."

You stare ahead, eyebrows knitted together.

And suddenly it clicks in your brain that was so opposed to believing anything even close to that, and it all makes sense.

All the stupid comments from him.

This conversation itself.

His dumb nicknames.

Has Pedri really... felt that way... all along?

Then why has he been acting like that?

There's silence between the boys, too, as you consider these things.

And, suddenly, you hear the doorknob turn, and your stomach drops to your knees. You try to swallow down a lump in your throat, looking for anywhere you can go to hide so that they don't see y-

"Y/n-!" Pedri stares at you, frozen.

Oh God. What... What is he going to do? Pick a fight, walk away? Lash out on me or Gavi? Pretend nothing happened?

He whispers, "You heard all that..."

You don't respond. And you're not sure if you could, even if you tried to, anyway.

But he does the most unlikely thing. The thing you weren't ever expecting.

Maybe someone else would. Maybe your brain just doesn't work that way.

But suddenly he pulls you to him, in a half-hug kind of thing, his muscles soft, and whispers, "I'm sorry, but... Maybe this will convince you to give me a shot..."

Suddenly, before you can react, he pulls you into a steamy kiss. You gasp, shocked, and although you don't want it to be happening, you don't want it to stop. You stare ahead, but slowly find the strength to close your eyes.

He pulls away and mutters, "Anyway, let me explain now..."

But suddenly Gavi walks by, casually, a smug look on his face, and he says, "I would have done it differently, but with someone like Y/n, you never know, Pedri... I mean it's funny you two are so immature about the way you're going about this, when I'm younger than both of you."

"You-"

Gavi glances back and interrupts, "Oh, and by the way, it was all a show. I'm not really into Y/n, and I know she's not really into me. It was just to make you jealous. You know, so maybe you'd finally admit your damn feelings and quit bothering her so much. Looks like you still haven't done it though. I've leave you two to that."

Pedri starts gaping as Gavi saunters away, and you stand just as shocked, but for more things than what Pedri's shocked about.

"For God's sake, Gavi," Pedri mutters under his breath, turning back to you. "Well, anyway," he breathes. "I've got a lot to explain... And say sorry for."

"Why were you..." you trail off.

He snorts. "I thought you'd be into that. I thought you'd like that sort of attention."

"I might've..." you chuckle nervously. "If I understood what you were doing in the moment..."

All the sudden, those glimmering brown eyes look deeper than they did before. More complex. Interesting. Beautiful.

Captivating.

Perhaps even... enchanting?

You swallow, and find yourself gripping to his shoulders tighter- which you didn't even know you were holding onto until now.

Now he mutters, but it doesn't seem mean.

You would say it was sexy, if that didn't mean you'd be calling him sexy.

"I've got a lot of work before I can call you mine..." he swallows. Usually a comment like this would disgust you.

But the way he just kissed you makes you not dread, but anticipate (just very, very, very slightly) eagerly all that work he needs to do in order to call you his.

Well, in other words, that set off butterflies in your stomach you didn't even know existed.

And now he whispers, "Sorry if it's too soon, but... Can I kiss you again?"

You grin stupidly and remark, "Only if you're not a coward."

He leans in, and his lips meet yours once again.

[luvtak]

of weepy afternoons, lhc

❀ pairing lee haechan x afab!reader

❀ tw/genre est. relationship, super fluff, domestic, crying, reader’s on their period, reader is referred to as ‘girl’ a couple times and her cheeks are described to be red once :/, criminal amount of references to the movie enchanted

❀ a/n i wrote this in like an hour so it could be real rough haha, inspired by my very real need to watch enchanted when im on my period. i wrote this with this couple in mind <3 hope you enjoy it and happy august!!

❀ w/c 1058

When Haechan got home, he didn’t expect you to look so sad. There are so many ways he can envision your welcome, anywhere from loud laughing to big bear hugs, but he would never expect you to be bent over and shaking.

When he left this morning, you were buzzing with energy, telling him about all your plans for the day and how excited you were for him to be back with you. Now, you were sat on the couch sniffling into a throw pillow—making no moves to acknowledge his arrival, shoulders shaking with your cries. In the back of his mind, he can hear the TV slowly letting out noise, but with your crushed look, eyes finally raising to meet his he ignores it, and slowly approaches, as if you were a wounded animal: and you might as well be with your glossy eyes and red cheeks, you look so small: his usually tough girl tiny by comparison.

“What’s wrong, honey? He asks when he finally gets to you, lowering himself to be eye level with you, “What happened, huh?” His head is turning like a confused puppy, looking at you with so much worry and affection you can’t help but cry more. You cry because he’s home and you missed him, you cry because the house is a mess and you promised you’d clean up, but most of all you cry because he’s being dumb and it’s obvious why you’re upset (or so you think).

“I—I don’t know, just my heart hurts for them you know?” Your voice is scratchy, showing him that you really must have been breaking down for quite a while. He wonders who you’re talking about, if he’s forgetting something about one of your friends or wasn’t listening when you told him something important, but nothing comes to mind.

“Who, baby? Who’s hurting?” At his confusion all you feel is annoyance, it’s obvious whose hurting, it would be right in front of his face if he just looked.

“Them! Hyuck look at the TV! this is so sad, they’re just so in love, but they can’t be.” And he does look, but all he sees is Enchanted playing on the television. Combined with your sobs is the soft playing of ‘So close’ as Giselle and Robert dance around the ballroom—and suddenly everything begins to make sense.

From the very beginning of your relationship, every time you’ve gotten your period you’ve been drawn to Enchanted like a moth to a flame. Needing to watch the love story and cry your eyes out, as he has to unfortunately watch. He can’t count how many times you’ve sadly announced it’s your time of the month and then promptly turned on the movie.

While he could be annoyed or bitter at the constant playing of sing-alongs, all he feels is endeared, so he quickly cuddles into your shaking figure. Hugging you with both arms and legs like a koala, hoping that his affection will somehow cure your blues. He gives you a series of wet kisses, laughing and cooing at how sweet you are to be a grown girl and still crying at Disney films.

“Oh, my baby, why didn’t you call me earlier? I would’ve come home to you.” And you know he’s telling the truth, if he had even a whiff of you being sad and alone and hurting, he would’ve rushed back with ice cream and flowers galore. He knows millions of people go through this every month, but he can’t stomach the thought of his Honey in pain—all alone with nothing and nobody but Disney plus to comfort you.

“I didn’t want to bother you, you’re so busy and I can watch this all by myself.” You’re putting on a front, looking bravely at him even as the tears flow freely from your eyes. Inside, you know that half the reason you’re crying is because you missed him. Usually, he’d be there to sit with you, laughing and cuddling you at all the right times, and if you were lucky and he was in a good mood he’d sing along to the music like a lullaby.

However, you understand he is a busy boy—his schedule filled up with several commitments that he can’t just walk out on, even if he would. There’s too many people relying on him, and you can’t call him every time your tummy hurts, and your hormones go crazy (even if the hurt feels like a knife repeatedly stabbing you all over your lower body and then laughing at you).

“My silly silly girl, I’m never too busy for you. I know I can’t do much but I’m sure cuddling you and remembering to bring you your pain killers is enough, right?” and it is. There’s something so lovely about him, even if it’s the bare minimum. Your boyfriend never shies away from these conversations, he thinks it’s important that he knows and appreciates everything about you. Even if he can’t fully understand—especially if he can’t understand.

Donghyuck’s love language is really just being obsessed with you, knowing the ins and outs of your everyday life, and loving you more for it. As he sits with you now, he can see fully what he missed before—the telltale signs of your period running its course—the pinch in your forehead and the deep eyebags, and parts of him do feel ashamed he’s only now picking up on it.

“I’m sorry your body and your heart hurts, my honey bear, let’s start the movie over and take a nap, huh? How does that sound?” and even though your nose scrunches at his cheesy nickname, and you know the movie will just make you cry again—you look at him and agree.

He's wrapped around you, and he smiles, hoping your body will benefit from his body heat pressing into yours, smacking kisses all over your face until you’re laughing, and his gentle pecks begin to miss. And you know He’ll hold you tight all day, warming you up from the inside. He’ll tell you he loves you; he’ll tell you over and over again if it helps the pain wash away. And you know if you ask to watch Enchanted again, he’ll put it on with no complaints and sing along with you.

© luvtak

[slexenskee]

I'm just curious. Can I ask more about JJK/GOT? It’s just that as soon as I saw the Satoru/Robb couple I immediately became interested 😅

Sure haha I have a few plot points I could use feedback on

The backstory is where I'm??

Idk if I want Satoru to be reborn as Viserys and start his life just vibing as a pampered prince kinda ambivalent about his life / couldn't care less about the rebellion or his batshit father until he gets shipped off to Dragonstone and eventually Essos. Then he kinda realizes A) his little sister is literally relying on him to exist and they're situation is pretty rough and B) he has no more fucks to give and now he can really do whatever tf he wants. Kinda goes a bit wild, takes over one of the free cities (casually), gets worshipped by the Dothraki as a god (accidentally), ends up creating something of an empire in the Disputed Lands/takes over the Stepstones and now all the pirates and traders pay him for safe passing like sailors paying tribute to the altars of gods. Mostly he's just bemused by it, and doesn't care what they do so long as they don't bother him or his sister, who's raising her dragons (a gift from Illyrio) and just living a nice happy life.

OR he's not Viserys at all, he legit transmigrates adult body (and powers) and all and becomes a wandering god around Essos just sort of feeling his way through this random new world - definitely goes to Valyria just because he can, makes a fortune selling all the random junk he picks up there and becomes something of a master on the topic just bc he ends up learning so much about it as someone who regularly hangs out there, and one way or another ends up the accidental god of the Stepstones like he is the first scenario. Except this time he's cajoled to Pentos at the behest of Illyrio Mopatis, who wants to know more about the Valyrian freehold, and while he's there he meets Dany and Viserys. Immediately clocks Viserys as a nutjob and Dany as abused but honestly doesn't really care about either of them until he sees the dragon eggs + his Six Eyes see Dany has magic and it's reacting with the eggs. He pays Illyrio/Viserys a veritable king's treasure in exchange for Dany as his 'bride' and gets the eggs as her bridal gift... which he does not bc he wants a bride but bc dragons are, in his opinion, the only cool thing in this world and he wants to have one as a pet and Dany is his ticket to that.

EITHER way he's the god of the Stepstones and Westeros tries to push their weight around and fails regularly. Gojo eradicates probably like 3 Redwyne and Lannister fleets and lets them wash up to Dorne in pieces before Westeros finally gets the picture to leave him the hell alone. Robert Baratheon comes personally a few times mainly because he has a total hard-on for Gojo and frankly just loves the fighting (his adoration is not returned), Oberyn becomes one of his favorite drinking buddies. They probably fuck multiple times, let's be real.

He's not interested in taking over the world or anything - honestly if it wasn't for Dany he'd have like zero purpose for existing so he's lowkey happy to have her in his life, but it's definitely a brother and sister relationship no matter which way I go with his backstory. It's all very wholesome.

By the time we get to S1 Gojo is an undisputed world power that's also something of an eccentric recluse.

He doesn't get involved in the plot until one way or another he's notified of Shit Happening™ in the far north. Idk how yet - maybe he senses it himself, or one of the Red priests/priestesses tells him?

He goes to the wall, meets Jon Snow, learns some of the Northern history, feels bad for the Night's Watch - who are actually doing the lord's work up in this damn place, what is wrong with westeros, smh - and sends men and plenty of food/supplies as he can see the magic in the Wall and knows it's not just there to look pretty. Especially not when his Six Eyes can see that the Land of Always Winter has more magic and is more active than old Valyria. He jokingly propositions Jon Snow, who to his surprise is not actually gay, and then afterwards when he's summarily rejected casually propositions his 'sister' for him instead- who's going through a romance phase and wants a handsome man and Gojo, being a good brother and also a fucking troll, decides to help out. Whether Gojo is actually Viserys or not, at this point everyone assumes he's Valyrian and also related to Dany no matter what he says, so he just rolls with it. Jon still declines, because he's still all up in his duty and honor phase. (He notices Jon has magic, like Dany, but assumes that's just because of the Northern magic)

He becomes fast friends with Maester Aemon, deeply interested in his stories of the Far North. He's actually interested in the North, in general, bc its one of the few parts of the world he hasn't yet gone to, and also has a history that's almost as old as Valyria. The Free Folk are downright unfriendly to him, so he decides to try his luck with Winterfell.

Idk what the route is but basically from the Wall he ends up in The North and finally meets Robb smack in the middle of the War of the 5 Kings. Maybe he goes to Winterfell with a letter from Jon, and then from Winterfell to Robb? Or from Jon straight to Robb? Basically no matter which way he ends up going, he gets a warm intro from one of Robb's siblings (or both). He also gets tasked, by one or both of them, to look for the Stark sisters. Gojo's all like, 'LOL look for them? Bruh I could blast down the Red Keep and drag them out within the next hour, but sure ok I'll 'look' for them). It's especially easy because he realizes all the Starks have more magic than most, so his Six Eyes can pick them out easily.

So Robb and Gojo kind of have immediate chemistry. Robb has obviously heard a lot about him, most of it mysterious, all of it dangerous, so he's shocked when this stupidly good looking guy comes out of literally nowhere (teleports) and has some messages for him, and is also going to go fetch his sisters as a personal favor. That last one he's a bit cautious about, because he's heard plenty about this Valyrian god or devil or both, and he doesn't believe for a second such a powerful being would offer such a boon for free.

Gojo's only response is 'I've got a little sister too ya know, I understand how it feels to be an older brother that wants to see them safe and sound' and Robb's all like, blushy and flustered, but plays the hard line and sort of just dismisses him and denies his help. And Gojo's all like, 'damn this guy's hot' also 'if my gaydar isn't wrong, which it usually isn't, he'd totally be into me' and also 'he'd be even more into me if I really did rescue his sisters'. Which he was going to do anyway.

He obviously finds both of them. Arya gets a free assassination teacher that doesn't come with the price tag of her soul, Sansa doesn't have a tragic few years ahead of her.

Idk haven't figured much else out after that. Robb pines but refuses to act on his feelings, but Gojo is swapped in for Talisa so we all know how this ends. There'll be plenty of consequences for that though, but no Starks are going to be injured (aside from Bran lo siento) in the making of this fic.

[samiwife]

I will always say that I love the way you write because it's really beautiful (I've read them about 10 times) Could you write some headcanons with Robert Plant or Jimmy Page? Because you're really cool at writing headcanons (I admire you😓😓)

Oh my god thank you so much!!!!! I love writing headcanons! Thanks 4 the support <3 Hope you enjoy <3

Headcanons and Preferences 𓆩⟡𓆪 (Ft: Robert Plant)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

𓆩⟡𓆪 = Headcanons

Would always sleep in and you'd bring breakfast in bed for him

Collects records of his favorite bands

Walks around the house with a half-opened shirt exposing his chest

Great with kids

Always asks for kids

Cares a lot about his hair

Has a lot of hair products

Dances a lot in the living room

Constantly moving around otherwise he goes insane

Loves nature

Loves going on walks

Wears a lot of jewelry

For some reason he loves goats

Tries to work out but just gives up

Loves traveling

Would sing for you when you're sad

Would take care of you when you're sick

Sometimes he plays soccer in the backyard

Reads late at night

Loves fruit, especially oranges or apples

Always smells like tea, especially Earl Gray Tea

You always play with his hair

You also always mess with his hair

You tie up his hair in different ways

When he's sick he always drinks tea and listens to records

Sometimes he makes his own bracelets and necklaces

Rides his bike down the street to go to a nearby cafe

Tries to play guitar for you but gets mocked by Jimmy for not being good

Smokes cigarettes outside so he doesn't bother you

Gets jealous easily

Craves attention from you

Would stare down the person he's jealous of

Would make it known he's mad or jealous

When he's horny, he pulls you in closer and whimpers in your ear

Very slutty in bed

Moans so LOUD

VERY good during sex

He always loves it when you pull his hair during sex

Loves swimming

Eats scones a lot and drinks a lot of tea

Loves clothes shopping for you and himself

Holds your hand a lot

Has SUPER warm hands

SIngs anytime and anywhere

Would stare you up and down when taking off your clothes

Sometimes you cut his hair

He always talks in big words

Has the softest lips

Also, he has the prettiest eyes

HAS MAJOR BIG DICK ENERGY AND HE DOES HAVE ONE

Loves buying paintings and making some

Sleeps like a sick Victorian child (HAHA I'LL STOP)

Wears tight pants to show off his "size"

When you're injured, he'll carry you on his back and take you to safety

Always makes tea for you

Loves lying in the grass with you

Stealing his shirts is a must

Makes funny faces while singing

Winks at you constantly

Kisses on the neck and cheek are constant

Would say "baby" 20 times a day

Sometimes he calls you "mama"

You think he has a mommy kink (HAHAH I'M SORRY)

You sometimes think that he and Jimmy have a thing with each other

Sometimes he wears big fur hats to cover up his bad hair days

Lastly, he always cares about you. Even if you're mad at him. He'll try his best to make you happy again. He'll buy gifts, he'll hug you and kiss you to make you feel better. He will do everything in his power to make you love and notice him

THANKS 4 READING <3 TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES <3333

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idw1 op calls prowl his friend a lot in exrid and phase two in general, but it feels like something of a holdover from autocracy and the like and the general attempt to bring this op around to being more like the g1 op, The Friendly Leader. do you think in this particular case he really thinks of prowl as his friend? and does prowl consider op a friend also?

I think OP wants it to be true. I'm not sure they have ever actually been friends, but the feeling I consistently get from Barber's take on OP is that he is holding onto an imagined idea of relationships with certain people in his inner circle that just aren't really... accurate.

I do think it's important to point out that, for 99% of the war, most people had very little idea QUITE how much shit Prowl was pulling, likely including OP. People like Impactor or maaaybe Chromedome aside, Prowl's coverups were overwhelmingly succesful when it came to doing shady shit. His veneer cracks during exRiD, not before! And OP, who has a strong need to believe the Autobots have won the war by broadly just, defensible means- that they are still The Good Guys- has an emotional predisposition to tell himself any hint Prowl isn't the guy OP pretends he is should be... quietly dismissed as paranoid. I think.

But even back in pre-war flashbacks, Prowl overwhelmingly approaches OP not as a friend to work together with but a variable to work around, manage, and try to direct. Some of this, earlier on, is clearly different to the moral downswing Prowl undergoes over time; at one point in the OP flashbacks, Prowl is managing him by yelling at him to stop beating up a guy, more in line with his implied approach of 'managing' noted asshole tyrant Sentinel than anything. (Man, the OP ongoing gets so much harsher about pre-war Orion than like, the material Roberts did in MTMTE. It's SUCH a contrast lmaoooo.)

Then later, the gradual reversal; Prowl is managing Optimus by keeping him unaware of all the heinous shit Prowl pulls behind his back in the firm belief this is somehow 'necessary' and 'for the greater good', but the overall core dynamic remains. It's not a relationship with sincerity at its core.

Optimus wants Prowl to be his old friend, I think. Maybe there's even some part of Prowl who likes that illusion a little, even. But no, my personal read is that at least when looking through the lens of exRiD phase two stuff, they were never actually friends. (My opinion on MTMTE's take on both characters prewar is... complicated, and probably a whole other post, haha.)

[fulcrvm]

Last Line Tag Game

Thanks for tagging me @teejaystumbles ! A really nice surprise!! :D I am indeed contemplating writing two Dead Boy Detectives fic right now, but they're both in the very early 'being-outlined-in-my-head' stage, haha. They both revolve around post-s1 Edwin pining for Charles, one where Edwin takes matters into his own hands and one where he decides to have a chat with the Cat King about it. Not sure if they'll ever be written but they're intriguing!

But for the sake of the tag game, here's a lengthy bit from a Dreamling wip I've slowly been chipping away at for a few months!

A scene from Every Little Thing (Working Title)— In which Morpheus is a figure drawing professor who has just been fired from a film production based on his comics, and Hob does part-time figure modeling and is determined befriend the aforementioned professor.

Morpheus picks his class schedules wisely— he runs two first year general figure drawing classes, at 8 a.m. and at noon on Mondays and Thursdays. He helps the uni’s live figure workshop club on Wednesdays and Fridays at 6 p.m., and meets his sister for lunch on Wednesdays. All other free time was dedicated for his industry work. That wouldn’t be a concern anymore, would it. By the time Morpheus unlocks the door to the studio, sets his bag down by his desk, and starts fiddling with the ceiling studio lights pointed at the model stand, all of Morpheus’ thoughts have reduced to pure spite. Fine, maybe the big studios don’t want him. They don’t deserve him, then, their loss. His portfolio and repertoire are infamous in the industry, they’ll be crawling back to him in no time. Too bad, maybe he would have started his own production studio and he’ll end up with the next ground-breaking animated film. Maybe— Morpheus’ thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door. He shakes himself out of it, calling, “Come in.” A glance at his watch tells him it’s only 7:48, perhaps it’s an overeager student here early. It’s only the second week of the semester, they grab every opportunity to prove themselves with a spirited step that Morpheus might be slightly envious of. “Hello, Morpheus Endeles?” Hearing his full name startles Morpheus, and he turns from the lighting settings to the door. “Yes?” The man who steps into view can only be described as radiant. He can’t be much older than Morpheus, not much taller either but wider in the shoulders. His hair is cropped just above his shoulders and he sports a neatly kept beard. Morpheus registers this all first simply because of his profession but— he gets caught on the man’s brilliant smile and deep brown eyes. There’s something there that knocks all thoughts clear out of Morpheus’ head. The stranger smiles warmly, smiles like he already cares. “I’m here to model for the morning and noon figure classes?” The man says. Morpheus clears his throat and steps forward, “Yes, this is the right studio.” He extends a hand, “Robert Gadling, I presume?” The man takes his hand— god, he’s so warm— and shakes it steadily, “Please, call me Hob! All my friends do.”

I'm a sucker for the 'Morpheus catalogues Hob's appearance during their first meeting' trope in most Dreamling human AU fics, I couldn't not do it too :]

Besides this, I've also got a Dreamling Velvet Goldmine-ish AU fic that I want to get done this summer. I'm a very slow and ruminative writer so let's see if I can commit to any of these fics now that I've posted about them lol!

No pressure tags! I have no idea who's been tagged recently so-- lol. @hardly-an-escape @valeriianz @moorishflower @amielot :)

[drabbles-mc]

Caught in the Act

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Jake "Hangman" Seresin Robert "Bob" Floyd & Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Warnings: 18+, language, alcohol, semi-public hookup

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: I always have such a fun time writing Rooster and Hangman haha. Wrote this for a fandom exchange a little while back and finally get to post it here, too! Protect Bob Floyd at all costs 🥰

Top Gun Taglist: @garbinge @proceduralpassion (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)

Bradley knew from the jump that whatever it was that he and Jake had gotten themselves into, it wasn’t going to be anyone else’s business. Things got messy enough without throwing their, well, he felt like calling it a relationship maybe gave it more weight than it deserved, but it was the closest word he could come up with. Things got messy enough without throwing their ‘relationship’ into the mix with the rest of it. He didn’t need anyone else knowing about it. He knew that Jake felt the same way. Neither of them ever said it, but they didn’t have to. Talking wasn’t really their strong suit, anyhow.

Some days it felt like they were tempting fate more than others. It was nothing to keep up their usual brand of antagonism in front of everyone else. Hell, they still kept up most of that even when it was just the two of them, too. Bradley was fairly certain Jake considered getting under his skin some brand of foreplay. His annoyance was compounded by the fact that it was an effective tactic. But when Jake punctuated every verbal barb with one of his slick little smirks, or by gripping onto Bradley’s shoulder for a brief moment, it was hard not to get drawn into the frenzy of it all. They all had a little bit of a self-destructive streak to keep doing the work they were doing. Bradley and Jake just let theirs bleed over into their personal relationships too. No one had to be the wiser.

Jake was leaning against the bar at The Hard Deck, patiently waiting for the next round of beers that he’d ordered for everyone. He was half-tuned into the conversations happening on either side of him, shaking his head at some of it because he just couldn’t help himself.

He tensed up when someone materialized beside him, body pressed so closely to his that their arms and shoulders were pinned to each other’s. He turned, annoyance all over his face and a comment on the tip of his tongue about how there was more than enough bar to make it so that whoever it was didn’t have to practically be on top of him. When he turned and saw Bradley, though, his annoyance faded and shifted into a completely different type of tension.

He spared the briefest look back over his shoulder, just to make sure that everyone else was still too preoccupied to be paying attention to them. Looking back at Bradley, he spoke loud enough to make sure he heard him, but quiet enough so that the rest of the bar didn’t hear him too. “Don’t be stupid.”

Bradley shrugged, shoulder somehow managing to press tighter against Jake’s. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Listen, Bradshaw,” Jake grit out, frustration mounting quickly in the way that only ever seemed to happen when it was the two of them, “I’m not lookin’ to—”

“Don’t start lying now,” Bradley said with a chuckle. He seemed perfectly unbothered which only served to annoy Jake even more. It wasn’t often that he turned their usual dynamics upside-down, but when he did, it still seemed to work just as well.

He gave a tight shake of his head. “Not the time,” he briefly scanned over the hustle and bustle of bar, “or the goddamn place.”

When Bradley turned to look at Jake head-on, there was a cocky smirk on his face, one that confirmed that he had been spending far too much time around Jake. “It could be.”

“I—”

“See you in five,” Bradley didn’t even let him get a word out. He lightly rapped his knuckles against the top of the bar before prying himself away. He strode off so easily, like nothing had even transpired between them.

Jake wished that he was in the same boat. When Penny came back with beer bottles in hand, Jake had nearly forgotten that the reason he was standing at the bar was because he was waiting for another round. He recovered quickly, flashing her the same charming smile and wink he always did, the same smile and wink that never impressed her and probably never would. But it was part of the routine now.

He was practically tossing the beer bottles to everyone when he got back. Natasha took one bottle from him, giving him a skeptical look as she did. “What’d you say to Bradshaw that had him taking off like that?”

Jake gave an easy smile despite the shot of fear that went down his spine at her question. “You know Rooster—always a little too sensitive for his own good.”

She hummed, an expression of disbelief written all over her face. “Yeah, sounds like him alright,” she said sarcastically. She wasn’t going to press him about any of it but she wasn’t going to pretend to believe him, either.

Jake hung around for another minute just so that it wouldn’t be too noticeable when he slithered his way out of the crowd. He wondered if it’d even been five minutes. Had it been two? Ten? Each second felt like an hour at that point. He wondered if Bradley was even going to be there, or if he had taken off just to drag out the game of cat and mouse a little longer.

He pushed open the heavy wooden door, landing himself in the cramped but always clean and tidy space of The Hard Deck’s men’s room. He hardly had a second to get his wits about him when suddenly Bradley’s lips were on his, hands balled into his nicely pressed uniform.

Jake didn’t know why he was still stunned for a moment. He knew it was coming. It was the reason he showed up. And yet there was still a split second before he got his body to react. But once he did, he was kissing Bradley back with just as much fervor, channeling all of his annoyance into the way his teeth pulled at Bradley’s bottom lip.

It was so easy to tune it all out, the music, the chaos of the bar just on the other side of the bathroom door. The door that neither of them thought to lock because they were too busy trying to drive the other insane. They were both simultaneously winning and losing that battle, the way that they always were.

“This is a dumb idea,” Jake murmured against his lips when they broke their kiss. Hooking up in the bathroom of a bar made him feel like he was back in college all over again, but not in a way that he particularly coveted. They could’ve picked just about anywhere else to do this, and yet.

Bradley’s lips curled into a smirk as his hands dropped down to Jake’s belt. “You’re free to leave whenever you want.”

Jake scoffed at that, but there was no real anger behind it. How could there be, when he was so focused on the sounds of Bradley undoing the buckle of his belt? It’d been a long time since Jake felt like he wasn’t the one in control. He always seemed to forget that there was something thrilling about being on the other side of the power dynamic.

Bradley was just untucking the shirt of Jake’s uniform from his slacks when the door swung open. For a brief moment all of the noise came flooding in, only to be muffled again a second later as the door shut behind whoever had walked in. It wasn’t often that both of them froze when it came to fight or flight situations, but it felt like neither of them could move. Jake was still pressed back against the wall, Bradley criminally close to him, hands still on the waistband of his slacks.

Bob’s eyes widened in panic, knowing for a fact that he’d just walked in on something that he wasn’t supposed to see. He wanted desperately to turn tail and sprint out of the bathroom—he’d be more than happy to pretend that he’d never walked in, never saw anything, but it felt like his feet were glued to the floor. He’d settle for the ground swallowing him whole if it meant that he wasn’t going to have to deal with any of this. Hangman already gave him a hard enough time as it was, he didn’t need to give the guy an actual reason to make his life more difficult.

“Bob,” Bradley finally forced out, not a clue where he thought the sentence was going, “I—”

Bob tried to take a step backwards towards the door, tripping in the process and nearly falling all the way down to the ground. He motioned back over his shoulder, stammering as he tried to think of what to say. “I, I’m just,” he felt blindly around behind him for the doorknob, “I’m just gonna…”

Jake found one shred of certainty deep within himself, his voice and his gaze steady as he looked over at the man trying to escape the clutches of the awkward situation he’d just found himself in. “If you say anything—”

“I won’t,” Bob denied it immediately, shaking his head as his fingers finally wrapped around the handle of the door. “Wouldn’t. I won’t. Don’t,” he was already maneuvering his way back out, “yeah, no. I…yeah.”

When the door shut again, both Jake and Bradley let out exasperated sighs. Jake’s head tilted back, tapping against the wall behind him for a moment. Looking down at Bradley, he said, “Told you this was a dumb idea.”

Bradley chuckled, shaking his head. “You could’ve left. Could’ve not even shown up in the first place, actually.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, like I—” He stopped himself short when he noticed the way that Bradley had resumed untucking his shirt. “What are you doing?”

“What?” he asked, like it wasn’t the most obvious thing in the world, like it wasn’t equally obvious why Jake wouldn’t want to be getting right back into things.

Jake swatted his hands away. “We’re not doing this now.”

Bradley studied his expression for a moment, trying to figure out just how serious Jake actually was. When he didn’t see any waver in his eyes, he let out a short sigh of defeat. He took a small step back, his gesture of surrender, and let Jake set about getting himself back in order.

Bob was barely registering the conversation that was happening among the group he’d just left and returned back to. The only thing he had going for him was the fact that more often than not when they were all spending time together in a large group, he usually looked a little dazed and confused. The look was a little more intense now given everything, but everyone else seemed to busy chatting to really notice.

“You see Rooster on your way back?” Natasha asked, snapping him out of his daze.

“What?” he said, eyes widening as he shook his head. “I didn’t—I, no.”

She looked a little confused at the hesitancy in his response, but she didn’t get a chance to press him on it before Javy spoke up. “You’d think they’d get along a little better now, you know, since Hangman saved his damn life.”

Natasha rolled her eyes. “Yeah, because we all know that he’s such a gracious savior.”

“I think they’re fine,” Bob blurted out before he could stop himself, eyes still wider than they needed to be. “You know? I, I think, you know, I think they’re probably fine.”

Natasha narrowed her eyes just slightly, just enough to make Bob see that she was studying him. “You alright?”

Javy jumped in first. “Yea, Bobby, got something you wanna share with the class?”

Bob adamantly shook his head. “No, I, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Bob felt the metaphorical walls closing in on him and he had no idea how he was going to get out of this one. Lying had never been one of his strengths. Most times he didn’t need to lie about much of anything, so it wasn’t really an issue. But now he was put on the spot, trying to conjure up lies about something that his brain hadn’t even fully processed yet to begin with.

The hand that clamped down on his shoulder made him flinch, and for a moment he didn’t know if it was real or if it was just the manifestation of the universe coming to get him. He turned to see who it was, and was faced with Hangman’s signature grin. A far cry from the sight Bob had walked in on just a minute or so before.

“They givin’ you a hard time?” Jake asked.

“Gonna try and play savior now?” Natasha asked, her face saying everything her words didn’t about her opinions on that.

“You should all be cutting the kid some slack, that’s all,” Jake responded easily, clapping Bob on the back with enough force to make him flinch. With the exception of a few shaking heads and brief comments, everyone moved on quickly enough, going back to the conversations they’d previously been wrapped up in. Once they were all distracted, Jake put all of his attention on Bob. “All good?”

“I didn’t say anything,” Bob said, his voice almost seeming like a whisper against the noise of the bar.

Jake smiled, like he was perfectly unbothered. “Atta boy.”

Natasha hadn’t heard what either Jake or Bob had said to each other, but she was still able to see the looks on their faces. Clearing her throat, she allowed herself into their conversation. “So neither of you know where Bradshaw went?”

Bob’s grip on his beer bottle tightened immensely, but luckily Jake was much quicker on his feet. He nodded towards the door. “He was taking off a couple minutes ago. Something must’ve spooked him off.” Bob nearly choked on his drink at Jake’s answer, earning him another clap on the back from Hangman. “Alright?”

Bob nodded. “I’m good. I’m gonna…” he looked at Natasha before gesturing to the pool table. “Yeah?”

She nodded, willing to take any excuse to get out of talking to Jake more than she had to. “Yeah.”

He watched the two of them grab their pool sticks. Before he could try to give any unsolicited commentary on it, he felt his phone going off in his pocket. Pulling it out, he saw that the only notification waiting for him was a text from none other than Bradley Bradshaw.

“I’ll be at my place in 10 if you wanna finish what you started” Before Jake had even finished typing in the code to unlock his phone, Bradley sent a follow-up text, “Uninterrupted this time”

Jake let out a deep sigh, wondering if it was worth it while also knowing in the back of his mind that he was going to end up there before the night was out regardless. He stared at the text bubbles for a long minute before finally typing back, “Be there in 30”

He hung around a little longer. He talked, finished off his beer, heckled Natasha because he knew it got under her skin. Even though he was joking around and talking with everyone, in his mind he was already in his car and tearing down the street to get to Bradley’s place.

When he finally did make a break for it, no one seemed to think twice about it. There was an assortment of goodbye’s, a couple humorous reminders to square up the brutal tab he’d racked up on behalf of all of them. But no one paid much mind to him otherwise. Except Bob.

“All good?” Jake asked, his tone casual as he fished his car keys from his pocket.

Bob nodded. “Mhm.”

Jake gave a nod of approval, a satisfied grin on his face as he stepped past Bob and made his way towards the door. “That’s what I thought.”

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Hi! Your friendly new 'Metro Employee Anon' here 😂.

Wish I was writing for the show instead though, I could make it make sense!

What if last night is the turning point for Aaron...but not in a good way?

Like... now he has to grovel and hide everything he's feeling so he can be accepted into the family again...so instead of lashing out, he starts the self harming again.

And he doesn't say anything as he thinks they won't care. So he goes back to suffering silently, letting them talk to him like he's worthless and just hurting himself until he either ends up in hospital or ends up s**cidal.

Or Robert comes back and sees all of Aaron's cuts and absolutely loses his shit at the Dingles. That fits in with 'a return' coming back 'all guns blazing' at least.

Haha hi anon! I would love that but I doubt it. That would mean they'd have to acknowledge the Dingles not being 100% right 100% of the time and Aaron *isn't* some violent low life who needs to be taught a lesson.

I don't think they'll have him start cutting again or end up suicidal. I mean this whole stealing cars and picking fights with everyone was basically him self harming. Pissing off Cain so he'd beat the shit out of him and he could focus on that instead of the pain of missing Rob and Seb and Liv.

Only Cain didn't really beat him up and had an existential crisis over it and Mack lectured him about loss until he behaved the way everyone wanted and went to make nice with chas.

I think from now on we'll see aaron just "be there" for chas and The Family 🙄 and if Mack is allowed to stay his friend they'll probably only be allowed to talk about Chas and Charity. No more stealing cars and doing dodgy shit. Maybe he'll have to apologise to Cain too for beating him up.

[markantonys]

My Mom Reacts To: wheel of time season 1 (this is mostly just a compilation of her commentary, but i do allude to a couple of significant book spoilers in my commentary on her commentary)

names she has called rand: brand, ran, land. she hates that there is one character named rand and another named lan. thankfully she didn’t catch tam’s name or she would’ve lost it.

for a while nynaeve was known only as “the woman who was cleaning the pool”

mom when nynaeve showed up at the end of episode 2: who’s that? me: nynaeve, the wisdom from the village mom: me: you know, that community leader mom: me: [sighing] the woman who was cleaning the pool mom: oh HER

me towards the end of episode 2: [pointing at perrin] what’s his name? mom: i have no idea

she loves egwene’s name because it sounds arthurian and she loves arthurian stuff. she’ll be pumped to find out about elayne, gawyn, galad, and morgase.

20 minutes into episode 1 she was like “there’s too many characters to keep track of” and there were 7 characters. what would she do if confronted by the 2,000 characters in the books.

mom: i’m gonna have to find a list of characters on the internet me: DO NOT GOOGLE ANYTHING RELATED TO WHEEL OF TIME

of course, this is the woman who intentionally googled history spoilers when we were in the middle of watching i medici. do you see where i get it from.

“hmph, i don’t like that he [lan] helped her [moiraine] mount her horse when this is supposed to be a world where women are in power” if THAT bothered her, then boy she would’ve hated the books jfkgh

mom when rand and egwene are kissing: are they gonna die :( me: [shrugs while holding back tears]

haha i think she thought one or both of them was going to be the Innocent Villager Casualty Of The Inciting Incident, she didn’t know they were the main characters! she also thought tam was dead after the trolloc attack, but this is a rare fantasy series where the parents are (mostly) allowed to live.

while nynaeve and egwene are listening to the wind: “now i’ll be scared to go for walks when it’s windy”

that shot of padan fain during the battle: “hmmmmm he doesn’t seem too concerned.............”

mom as the kids are leaving the two rivers after the battle: they must all have pstd! me: ptsd? mom: yes

she’s a little confused but she’s got the spirit!

me, who has never watched prime video on a tv rather than a laptop: i can’t figure out how to skip the recap of the episode we just watched 2 seconds ago mom: no no that’s okay, i need it

moiraine: there are more dangerous things than trollocs in the world mom: [visibly dismayed] i don’t see how THAT can be true

overall she is very concerned with logistics, i.e. how do they get enough to eat while they’re riding all day? did the horses have water to drink when they were camped in shadar logoth? while dana was chatting with rand in his room, who was running the bar? who will run the bar now with dana dead? how did rand get his coat back when he didn’t have it after dana chased him out of the room and then he left right away with thom? a woman after robert jordan’s own heart.

my dad: isn’t there a rope attached to the ferry that they’ll be able to use to get them? lan 1 minute later: [cuts said rope] dad: [approvingly] good

he will seem to be not paying attention and then randomly chime in with a prediction that is totally correct (he also called that dana was being suspiciously welcoming and buttering rand up in order to harm him in some way)

mom roasted rand for a) setting up his sleeping bag by himself away from the rest of the group when there are trollocs after them and b) just falling asleep after seeing moiraine take egwene off alone rather than being worried about egwene. she doesn’t know she needs to cherish rand being able to sleep while it lasts.

what she did not roast rand for: mistrusting moiraine! i was very pleased that she was still suspicious of moiraine despite the show making her the main character and less mysterious than in the books.

[camera shows lan during the manetheren song] mom: [chuckling] i can’t imagine HIM starting to sing

she was devastated by the horse dying in shadar logoth and spent the next two (2) episodes asking me repeatedly if the other horses made it out safely

dad in the 1x03 cold open: i thought they [trollocs] were afraid of water me: only deep water nynaeve: [emerges from the water and kills the trolloc] dad: well, looks like they should be afraid of shallow water too

rand: i thought moiraine was more your speed mom: did...........did he say................moi- me, hastily intervening lest she worry they’re trying to set up matraine: it was just a joke!

mat to rand: you’re the reason we’re in this shit town to begin with mom: well YOU’RE the one who stole that dagger!

she got so mad about mat (and rand) wandering off and touching things in shadar logoth after lan specifically told them not to touch anything

“rand chopped all that wood and mat served 2 drinks! 😤”

mom when the farmer says they’ll have to muck out the stables and the camera cuts to mat: he’s thinking “ugh i have to do WORK?”

i don’t think she’s a big fan of mat so far djfkjgh

oh no actually mat did get some points because when rand was hollering for perrin and egwene my mom was like “he’s gonna draw all the trollocs right to them!” and approved of mat saying the same thing a moment later

she LOVED dana’s bit about the horse trader with no horses, that got her biggest laugh so far. the runner up was nynaeve’s “i said you could ask, not that i’d answer.”

when lan says “stay there” to nynaeve and rides off mysteriously: “he’s gonna kidnap another aes sedai to heal moiraine” honestly he Would

thom to mat: what farmboy from the two rivers has met a trolloc? mom: a lucky one me: [kid with veins popping out as he tries to resist saying something meme]

every time anything even remotely unusual starts to happen she immediately goes “is this a dream????” and 90% of the time it is not a dream, but she’s in the right mindset!

she didn’t like the logain scenes because she thinks he’s “creepy” lmao

mom when the aes sedai are talking about the different color ajahs: oh, like those colorful women in the opening credits! me: [wiping away tears of pride]

haha i definitely am doing with her the same thing i always roast book readers for doing to show-onlys, assuming she won’t understand something but she actually did and explaining something she’d already figured out! in my defense, my mom is very much NOT a fantasy person and typically gets very very confused by many tv shows (she is the person constantly asking questions during the movie jdkfjg). but she did pretty well keeping up with the lore and plot etc, which tells you that the show did a great job making the story accessible for newcomers and casual viewers! all the different names and terminology tripped her up, but the actual concepts, she got pretty solidly.

she went “awwww i liked him :((” when lan was dying, i’m thinking he might be a fav (along with nynaeve, and she seemed invested in rand too especially in the last couple episodes)

post-episode-4 prediction of who is the dragon: either “the girl” (egwene) or “the red-haired boy, land” but not “the other two” (mat and perrin). i tried to get her to consider nynaeve as a candidate but she tossed that idea immediately due to nynaeve being too old. can’t fool her!

we watched the first 4 one night and the second 4 the next night, so before starting i quizzed my mom on names and she immediately called rand “land” AGAIN jkjfg but she got mat and perrin right, and she called egwene something that kinda sounded like egeanin lmao. but rest assured, by the end of the season, she knew rand’s name!

both parents were pressed about how long it should’ve taken rand and mat to reach the city judging by how far away the bridge across the river looked in that aerial shot when they were looking at the mountain, logistical concerns strike again

nynaeve: if i’m as powerful as you say i am, maybe it’s you aes sedai who shouldn’t underestimate me mom: i LIKE her!

she also really liked stepin and was so sad when he died, so take that, stepin subplot haters. it worked for new viewers!

loial is my dad’s favorite character, rightfully so. although he did ask if he was “the shrek of this show” when he first showed up jkjfg

mom when dad was blathering about something during the scene where perrin was telling egwene about laila: [genuinely mad] STOP MAKING SILLY COMMENTS!! THIS IS SERIOUS!!!

me at adult siuan’s entrance: see the tattoos? that’s the little girl from the opening scene, it was a flashback mom: whoa. good thing i have you to explain things

but then in episode 7 she figured out that the cold open was depicting rand’s birth right when tam first had the line to rand about finding a baby in the snow, before it actually went back and finished out the scene

dad, who used to work in local government, during the scene in the hall of the tower: this is just like town meeting

“so if moiraine swore not to return until the amyrlin seat called her back, what happens if someone else becomes amyrlin 🤨” my mom is thinking like an aes sedai! although i then pointed out that moiraine changed the wording to siuan’s name instead. still, good instincts!

egwene: what happens to the ones who aren’t the dragon if they go to the eye? mom: she’s the smart one

“i can’t believe they’re just blindly following moiraine in there. i wouldn’t be getting on this bus!” mat 🤝 my mom

both parents chose rand for their final dragon predictions. i guess he just has Special Chosen One energy despite the show’s best efforts to throw people off the scent haha

my dad’s reasoning was “i don’t like the red-haired one, so it’s probably him” betrayed by my own father! he did not have a reason why he didn’t like rand though lmao

the egwene-loial-rand exchange about loial trying to list things that are worse than falling into a bottomless pit brought the house down djfkg loial is very beloved here

min got quite a few laughs in her various scenes, i'll admit! she does have some good lines

“they’re both big and they both brood” was another hit lmao it’s iconic!

my mom when egwene is the only one arguing in favor of going to the eye just on the smallest chance that doing so could save the world: “she SHOULD be the dragon, she has the highest moral ground”

while lanaeve and randgwene are having their moments: “but poor perrin is all alone :(”

it was getting late but she insisted on watching the last episode because she couldn’t wait a whole day to see what happened, i think we officially have a new WOT fan! at one point she did say “i wish the books weren’t so long, i’d be interested in reading them but i don’t think i can do that” lmao Felt

she kept going “but who IS that guy???” about ishamael and i’d just shrug mysteriously haha i didn’t want to lie and say “it’s the dark one!” but i didn’t want to give away spoilers by saying he WASN’T the dark one. the struggle! i feel all you pre-show readers’ pain now.

at this point my dad had fallen asleep and spent the rest of the episode snoring and drowning out the show and not getting woken up by loud battle noises, so no more commentary from him. dads just be like that.

my mom was SO upset when she thought loial and nynaeve had died, i had to reassure her right away that they weren’t dead rather than saying Watch And Find Out (and loial’s alive status wasn’t confirmed in the episode anyway)

she kept being like “but how are there 14 books???” she really was thinking the eye of the world confrontation would be all there was to it

and then she still asked “does rand just wander forever by himself and go mad?” as if she didn’t know there were 14 books

when it showed The Western Shore she said “oh, this was where ships were disappearing” i was so impressed, man, i barely even remembered that throwaway line!

mom: do rand and egwene get back together? me: i’m not going to spoil you mom: no just tell me i don’t care me: okay. they’ll see each other again but they don’t end up together. mom: [as if i’d dealt her a mortal blow] NO!!!

randgwene shipper #1 i guess awww but she doesn’t even know elayne and aviendha yet! she has no idea what excellent ships are in store!

[omnidemidisaster]

Imagines

Robert with an s/o

He is so fuckin affectionate

He can't help it! He is just naturally super affectionate

Expect him to treat you better than himself

Like he would rather spend money and time on you than himself

He just likes taking care of you

Will let you wear his hat and jacket

If anything, he encourages it

He'll just leave his hat and jacket on a chair or couch or outright put it on you

Puppy bf....Just that he's a puppy bf

Like he is super jumpy, unintentionally nosey, loves attention

PUPPY. BOYFRIEND.

He brings you over to his place all the time. Like all the time. So much so that Radford, Robin and Kaitlyn began to treat you like their own

Robin will try to embarass him but honestly Robert's mind is just focused on you...and a random song he heard last week

Main love languages is gift giving, physical touch and quality time

His ideal date is either reading some comics together while eating some cheap fast food or to go to the park late at night and just play like big dummies in a little kids park

Loves kissing your forehead and cheek

Will use emoticons over actual emojis so instead of a "i love you 😍" you will get a "I love you <33"

If you like makeup, he will become a practice dummy for you. He likes makeup himself so it'll be a win-win situation for the both of you

He sees you as his precious lil bunny

Robert isn't a huge jealous person. He gets a little jealous if someone is being an obvious flirt

But when you push his buttons when trying to get with his s/o? Whooo boy he gets...a little scary

Yea that happened while the you and the hatzgang hung out and some guy continued to push Robert's buttons

He ended up scaring everyone...Guess who he got it from ( haha reference to Radford HCS

He your his love, not anyone elses

Robert best bf lol

[atopvisenyashill]

What if Rhaegar, Elia, and Lyanna were genderbent?

I've answered a few about Rhaegar being gender swapped or stillborn and that answer essentially boils down to "his mother's life sucks even worse than it does in canon, plus the political scene is tense as FUCK." i've also answered some about lyanna being gender swapped as well, which is basically just "lyanna is having the time of her life chilling in winterfell while westeros burns around her" hah. never done an elia one, or all of them swapped.

But okay - Lonnel Stark is, in all likelihood, just chilling out at Winterfell. Either he or Benjen gets fostered out (I speculated on where in that other ask, but I think it's likely he would be sent to a Reacher house, where there is currently a plethora of girls to get engaged to, or the Lannisters, and if Tywin is meant to be the foster father of Benjen or Lyanna/Lonnel as the war kicks off, that puts a fun spin on what Tywin is going to do if he has a potential hostage and/or closer alliances with the Southron Ambitions plot), and which one is fostered out probably depends on the ages of the people he's fostering with. But no matter what, both of them are just kinda chilling. After the war, if a bunch of the Stark men die, having both Benjen and Lonnel would help a lot in rebuilding House Stark as well (ntm, I think it's likely Benjen went to the Wall out of guilt for whatever happened with Lyanna. If she never leaves with Rhaegar, that guilt goes away!).

Rhaena Targaryen, first born daughter of Aerys, cannot inherit but she is a catch. I'm sure there's some plans to have her marry Aerys and Rhaella's first born son, but when that first born son never comes, Aerys (and Steffon, probably Tywin as well, as I imagine the people doing most of the actual ruling early on was those two. I have always pictured this dynamic as the two of them teaming up on Aerys to babysit/keep him occupied while they do the actual work, haha) looks to make a smart political match with his daughter instead. Enter Jaime Lannister. Aerys is going to be a huge weirdo about this, Tywin is going to get his feelings hurt, Cersei is going to start scheming. Exit Jaime Lannister. But...Enter Robert Baratheon.

That's right my man, the one, the only, Bobby B. is marrying girl Rhaegar/Rhaena. My reasoning is this: Steffon has already brought Robert to court several times so they're familiar with each other, Robert is knighted fairly young so he proves himself "worthy" of the honor, and best of all he has a Targaryen grandmother. Not only does this keep ~the blood of Valyria~ strong in House Baratheon, but it also helps in the long run if the Targaryens keep having fertility issues, because they have another Valyrian house to turn to for potential brides. BUT. There is a challenger here - ENTER ELLARIO NYMEROS MARTELL!!!

While I think Aerys himself would rather Robert because he's a racist freak, that alliance with Dorne is the only reason Robert's Rebellion went on for as long as it did. Without Dorne, Aerys has nothing. Less than nothing, even. Granted, without a helpless bride and her two children being kept hostage in the capital, Aerys still has jack shit, but he doesn't know that now does he. Still, with Loreza and Rhaella being friends, I think Ellario is a contender for Princess Rhaena's hand (again, a bit unsure on when Mellario and Doran marry, so maybe Rhaegar/Rhaena marries Doran since he's the one inheriting, and Ellario has no seat to give Rhaena). There's some stiff competition with Bobby B. here. I think it's likely Bobby B. & Steffon win that one though, and Loreza's hurt pride means that, once again, when Aerys inevitably does something fucked up and the realm turns on him, Dorne is going to conveniently look the other way while the rest of the Lords storm KL to oust Aerys.

HOWEVER. We do have these two branches here - Rhaena marries Bobby B., and Rhaena marries Ellario. In the Ellario situation, as I point out in other asks, a girl Rhaegar would be in Dorne, not in KL or anywhere in the Crownlands. Since there's no Stark maiden for Robert or Rhaegar to get fixated on, exactly what Aerys does is up in the air here, but we know from Jaime and JonCon's memories that Aerys was acting erratically, especially in regards to wildfire, long before Robert's Rebellion started. Now, there's no real reason for Robert to go so hard on hating Targaryens in this scenario BUT if Aerys makes KL kaboom? I do imagine there comes a question of "well is Rhaena going to go crazy too?" and there's a minor stand off between Dorne and the rest of Westeros. If Rhaena marries Bobby B., I think there's a chance that marriage is used to further push Robert's claim to the throne once Aerys finishes blowing shit up, considering Robert's grandmother, Rhaelle, is used to push him in canon.

IF Rhaella and Viserys live (let's say they still get sent to Dragonstone while Aerys is making wildfire), I think things get real dicey in either scenario. They'd need some sort of consensus in pushing Robert over Viserys, and Rhaena is not going to stand by and do nothing while people call for her mother and brother to be killed.

THE REAL JUICE is If Rhaena finds the prophecy as a young girl and starts obsessing over it and what it means. She’s going to be very determined to have children (or to make Viserys have children, perhaps?), bringing her fucked up Valyrian magic to a court that is probably very anti Valyria because Aerys just blew some stuff up, and Robert, if canon is anything to go by, is going to react violently to something like that. BUT. If she’s smarter - and she’d have to be, women cannot make mistakes the way Rhaegar can! - and plays up the “i want to give you a healthy heir” thing and isn’t as publicly focused on magic, that might be okay. It DOES change the political landscape a lot because, in a scenario where Aerys gets himself ousted, and Robert marries a Targaryen, they are….basically just a continuation of the Targaryen line, in a very real way that Robert/Cersei are not. In Dorne, however, Ellario I think more likely to be forgiving of weird magical obsessions, and Rhaena would likely have a long leash (so to speak) on obsessing, but with no real power to make her plans come to fruition. in either scenario, I do wonder if Rhaena doesn't try something fire and blood magicy and blow up another building the way Egg does Summerhall. If she does, and she survives, I think that's the final nail in the coffin of the Targaryens, who would have blown up THREE SEPARATE PLACES in the last, what, 2.5 decades? I think Robert could be convinced to just send all his dragonspawn to the Faith and start over with a less ridiculous, much more rich family, while Doran and Ellario have Rhaena held in Sunspear to keep an eye on her.

[poorlittlevampirebaby]

Top Five Most Important Soap Relationships Of All Time (in your very objective opinion)

i kno u kno this i have watched exactly ONE (1) soap opera (a bit of a lie but semantics) so i expect u kno what you're getting

now IMPORTANT does not mean BEST, important means it played an integral part of character and story development and therefore i must praise it as such. which is why... HAHA no robron in this list. not to say they aren't important, but this list... we need many of these relationships to have robron at all. ofc that does not necessarily devalue the importance of said relationship in itself.

ok let's fuckin go

first of all, zarity. truly the ripple effect of this affair TO DO THIS DAY !!! we would be nowhere as a society without them

robert/katie. listen they are the reason two blonde people should never ever have sex. they ruined everyone's lives. they were insane for and about and with each other. without them robert would not be who he is or where he is today (in prison). like would robron be as robron as it was without the supporting role of robert and katie's past relationship? absolutely not.

aaron/adam. now obviously this was one-sided romantically, but the relationship is such a driving force for soooo much story. if aaron didn't have feelings for adam.... if aaron didn't try to kiss adam... if adam didn't out aaron and no one believed him...... if aaron didn't take the fall for adam's crime and run off to france with his hot rugby boyfriend........ if aaron didn't come back JUST TO STOP ADAM FROM MAKING A FOOL OF HIMSELF....... if adam didn't finally confess to the truth so aaron could come home...... if they didn't have a gay year living in italy together i don't believe marco from milan is even real i just think aaron and adam were finally in love but adam can't come back now he can't..... the love story is so epic....... so unparalleled. i am sitting in the bath and i need to wash my hair but i can't bc i am just thinking about them

grayson/perdy. they were insane and i don't think robert would have happened if grayson hadn't grayson'd first. there's this hilarious fight between them i need to find again like i don't even kno if i can really say if grayson was gay or bi... the wiki says bisexual.... but man idk.... idk what was up with him. but his and perdy's relationship really fostered some crazy shit.

robrence. i said what i said.

[samiwife]

I NEED SOME DATING HEADCANONS WITH ROBERT SMITH PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏

OMG, I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK FOR HEADCANONS!!! THANKS 4 THE REQUEST

Headcanons and Preferences 𓆩⟡𓆪 (Ft: Robert Smith)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

𓆩⟡𓆪 = Headcanons

Robert would wake you up in the morning by wrapping his arms around you. You'd be surprised by how messy his hair is.

Lipstick smudges EVERYWHERE

Would take your lipstick without asking

You hear him sing in the shower constantly

You would always steal his oversized sweaters

He would try to teach you guitar but you always fail

You'd be the one with lipstick stains on your face, clothes, and bed.

During sex, you pull on his hair HARD

He's very quiet during sex

Occasionally he whimpers your name, and you LOVE it

He would take you to his favorite writing spots

You would always order tea for him even tho he feels bad about it

Robert believes "a man should always pay"

Would be upset if you didn't eat a proper meal

Would always bring an extra piece of food just in case you got hungry

Would doubt himself in holding your hand

He loves praise and cuddling

Would watch old black and white movies with you

Would fall asleep at your place every time on dates.

Always chews bubblegum and would blow bubbles

Would stick his tongue out at you

Would randomly take 0.5-angle pictures

Would take random photos of you

He likes it when you play with his hair

He loves it when you sing or do anything music-related

Would get silently jealous when you talk to guy friends

When he's mad he gives you the silent treatment

Loves flowers and would try to plant them in the backyard

Would randomly talk to strangers on the street

He would take you to see musicals and plays he likes

He would randomly eat plain bread

He wears oversized shirts, jackets, and everything.

When the weather is cold he would wear scarfs and make you cookies

Sometimes late at night, he would read books with pictures

When he can't sleep, he lies next to you in bed playing with your hair

Would make silly faces at you

Would widen his eyes when looking at you far away

Write poems on small sticky notes and stick them around the place

When he's sick, he stays in bed surrounding himself in blankets and pillows. So he looks like an old lady.

He has VERY cold hands

He also has very veiny and pale hands

Doesn't go outside much besides writing and gardening

Hates going shopping at malls and grocery stores

Hates hot weather (thinks it ruins his makeup)

Would creep up behind you and give you hugs

Loves to rest his head on your shoulder

Asks for you to paint his nails

Would always rant about his hatred for Morrissey

Would sleep like a vampire (haha jk)

He's very weird but in a good way

Never smiles but when he does it's for you

Loves animals, especially cats

Doesn't know how to use chopsticks

For Halloween, instead of matching. He would dress in drag like wigs and makeup

He would say "oh la la" when you take your clothes off (HAHA I'M SORRY)

He would also say "oh no no" when he messes something up

Would unironically say "yippie" or "yay" when he accomplishes something

And lastly, he would be a sweetheart while dating you. He would buy flowers, candy, etc for you. Hold your hand, hug you, etc. He'll just be an all in all sweetheart.

WOAH okay, this is my first time making headcanons so idk how to end it? So, I hope you enjoyed this attempted headcanon? Anyway, THANKS 4 READING!!!

[ilynpilled]

Is there any hint Jaime could possibly have dyslexia or a learning disability in books? I think I've heard that it wasn't, but idk it feels like that's a detail from the show that did well portraying Jaime. Idk maybe it's my learning disability ass but I loved that!! But I also just love looking at Jaimes insecurities. It could be another detail that kept him relying on masking/being ultra warrior bc he probably doesn't think of himself as very smart.

yeah the insecurity regarding his intelligence, especially in terms of book smarts, is present in the books too. he really admires the quality in tyrion, and emulates it, often successfully too [saving brienne from rape, achieving things like manipulating shagwell without the methods he previously relied on (force, or even status at some point doesnt work so he has to really think outside of the box, like again, sapphires), tyrion rescue mission, the riverlands .] he can also be very perceptive. he is pretty good at noticing weak points. he hones in on cat’s relationship with jon, he does the same with brienne, looking out for and noticing all of her insecurities in response to her dehumanizing him, and the same happens with loras & kind of using his relationship with renly to prevent the bloodshed in the yard. he is actually just a good mediator in general. that makes so much sense to me bc of his role in his family. he is the only member that everyone likes, while every other party would love to tear each other to shreds, so his specific role in an abusive household is very clear. anyway, jaime’s most severe insecurity is being viewed as a monster. for this reason, he seeks out that *thing* in everyone else so he is not as vulnerable. he can be very good at reading certain people, this is also why his perspective is so popular among readers imo. like he also has an air of tyrion to him, he can also provide a new, and often clearer, vision of certain characters because of his personality & experience (like his argument with brienne regarding robert). this is also just funny when he has such major blindspots regarding other things (romanticization of cersei and sometimes the old kg, though he goes back and forth w this). i think post aerys, jaime really did resolve to not really make decisions anymore and not being someone with responsibility (he was never that interested in power, even before that, but i think he was not that opposed to responsibility, he was ready to be the heir, he did want to be a kg and a good knight), instead, he dissociated and lived pretty much on autopilot. even when he was a commander he was reckless enough to always be on the frontlines and was okay with dying (see the whispering wood). he was impatient and very impulsive because he dreads facing “knots and tangles” (like the horrid moral knot that the aerys situation was, and its devastating consequences) so instead of even trying to think about them he wants to just make them disappear and cut through them. until he cant. for multiple reasons, external and internal. until he has to sit down and untangle them. and he proves himself capable. i liked the learning disability aspect that he was given in the show, it is a nice dimension, and i think he has attributes that i really relate to as well (like how he can fixate and excel in one thing & put all his focus on it, how he keeps saying “oh tyrion would talk so much about history here haha nerd” and then proceeds to spend 2 pages infodumping loras with kg lore, or that one scene where he gets distracted counting coins lol), but i think a lot of it already makes sense without that being actually canon, idk like i wouldnt actually diagnose him (he has no trouble reading from what we have seen) but i am not about to come for anybody’s headcanons

[scrapyardboyfriends]

IF Robert comes back (and that is a very big if) Do you think he would be trying (at some time considering Aarons current mental health) to get back together, or would he be more like the second reuion where he's more like, no I messed this up I'm setting you free to be happy. Personally I feel like the decisions is up to Aaron this time (IF it ever happens at all) Because of course we all know a reuinon will happen at some point if both are back lol

I mean I know how I would want it to go.

I'd want Aaron to be slowly putting his life back together after all this Cain and Chas stuff. And have Robert show up having gotten himself out of prison on whatever legal loophole they want to go with. Have him not want to bother Aaron because he did ruin it and set him free but have Vic make him stay because she knows how much Aaron is struggling. Aaron is predictably closed off because he's still working on being able to let people in again and he's not there yet and there'd probably be yelling. They'd have to have the fight they should have had four years ago when Robert cut him off in the first place. But Robert is also struggling post prison. Dealing with the transition, I want panic attacks. And also dealing with getting contact with Seb again and worrying he doesn't deserve it but Vic encourages him and gets Aaron to do it too. And slowly, as Aaron starts to see Robert struggling more, he starts to let himself help him and let him in again, thereby healing his own heart. And both are still tentative about starting a relationship again so there's avoidance and pining until everyone is sick of them and sets them up. And then we get our reunion.

Now, if it actually happens? I don't know which way they'd go because these people are bad storytellers. I just would hope for a least a bit of a slow burn and not just instantly putting them back together. And I'd hope they'd know Robert's character well enough to know that he would rather punish himself to make sure Aaron's happy than hurt him again and so would be tentative. Unless they did give Aaron a temporary love interest in which case it would be Alex all over again, jealousy but not feeling worthy. Plus the post prison ptsd. He'd be a mess. Haha.