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Infinix Note 50 Pro Review: Midrange Marvel with Flagship Features

1. Design & Build: Where Futurism Meets Practicality The Infinix Note 50 Pro 5G commands attention the moment you lay eyes on it. Its curved AMOLED panel, paired with the Active Halo AI lighting ring, evokes a modern flagship feel. This “Halo” ring isn’t just an aesthetic trick; it dynamically pulses with notifications and charging indicators, bringing functional elegance to the table. The…

[14dayswithyou]

Meowdy Saint! ^^

I’m here with a question!

Has Leon ever been in a romantic or fwbs relationship ever? If so could you give us some details👀

Much love!

Raven😊

✦゜ANSWERED: Leon has been in a few romantic relationships in the past (he can probably list them all on one hand), however, he has not had any FWB relationships!! He's more of the type to look for something serious when dating ^^

And while Leon has had Angel in the back of his mind for most of his life, I'd like to remind everyone once more that he's a grown man who no longer clings to all the childhood promises he made. He's definitely considered marrying Angel quite a few times because of it (and often got teased by his family), but Leon ultimately knows that it's no more than silly, wishful thinking — and that Angel has likely moved on during the years they spent apart.

But if Angel were to remind him about it though...

[hadthatdreamagain]

brain dumps magical girl velvet and her begrudging familiar floyd(hes only here for community service hours)

ok im gonna sleeeeep

[mydearthisbe]

Ayesha Liveblogs XO, Kitty S2

"I never imagined Yuri would call her mom and get me back in. But, now that I have a second chance, I'm not going to mess it up." If you say so, Kitty

"Dad's been feeling a little bit stressed." I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE MORE OF THIS PARENTING DYNAMIC

"Lara Jean convinced me to write a goodbye letter to Yuri." Foreshadowing is a dramatic device in which an important plot point is mentioned early in the story—

"You think I'm annoying." "You are, it's one of your most endearing qualities." I want to give Min Ho a little kees on the forehead

Not Min Ho and Kitty sharing a longing look and immediately running away from each other khgkjhg

Shout-out Min Ho for not caring that Dae tried to beat him up LOL

"And, now we get to live together?" "What? I signed up for a single, there must be a mistake." "It's not a mistake, it's fate." Somebody at the KISS housing department HAS to have a vendetta against Kitty lmao. Exclusively fraught roommate situations:

"I had to get out of my parents' place. Bad vibes there. They're getting divorced." RIP the Han family's messy marriage

Rough to be Stella Cho, the roommate who is not a part of this romantically complex dynamic

The way Min Ho does a heel turn every time Kitty comes up kjgkhgjkgh. You poor, sweet, pathologically honest boy

"And I told him I'm sorry [for threatening him over Kitty] and he keeps saying it's okay, but clearly... He's feeling awkward." Oh Dae, I promise you, it has nothing to do with you

"Perhaps he was the young man she followed to Seoul. The one her parents didn't approve of." Like mother, like daughter. Also, what do you want to bet the young man Eve's parents didn't like is Dr. Covey?

"If I'm going to be part of your scheme, I should know what I'm in for. Plus, I'm nosy." I like Praveena. Also she's giving gay energy. Also also: How does Stella not overhear this?

"And lucky me, it's a chance to reconnect with my favourite son." "Your favourite son is Joon Ho. You wrote a song about him called 'Favourite Son.'" "Artistic license." Min Ho's deranged interactions with and about his celebrity family are one of my favourite things about this show

Eye Contact of Colour, Meet Eye Contact of Wul Luh Wuh (WLW)

"Can you talk to Min Ho? 'Cause he's mad that his dad is here, but I feel like he's also upset because of me. I was an idiot, accusing him of going after you, and I hate thinking I might have ruined your friendship." "I'll talk to him." Dae has such a good heart and such a weird friendship group dynamic

"But when you did think of me that way, you smiled." Oh Kitty, you're in it now

Dae smiling because Min Ho and Kitty are back to their arguing, which is now their version of flirting (and perhaps always was)

"Is it because of me [that you figured out you were bi]? I mean like, did I inspire you?" In a way, Yuri!

Not Halmoni avoiding Kitty's questions by hanging up on her LOL

"I have a feeling you and I are gonna be great friends." [Ominous music plays in the background] Oh, I guess Stella (Esther?) is also a threat. This show can never relax

"'My world got so much bigger because of you, and because of Simon.'" I mean, Simon could just be Alex's birth name, if Eve is talking about Jina's birth experience

Okay Dae, it's weird to serenade someone over the phone but it's NOT weird to do in detention with gum scraper microphone:

"Being a successful manager isn't something you can teach." "Then why is this a class?" I had that question also, Min Ho

"Knowledge is overrated. My strongest opinions are on things I know almost nothing about." Min Ho's dad Mr. Moon would probably make a great politician

"So, there's this great DJ playing tonight at this queer teen club in Itaewon." "Do you want to go?" "Like, with you?" "Yes. Unless you don't date girls." Go Praveena, being bold!

"So Simon wasn't your mum's boyfriend?" "No, he was her cousin." Not to point fingers, but sometimes, sometimes, this wasn't mutually exclusive in bygone eras of Asia broadly

Ghgjkhgkgh Yuri and Kitty are constantly telling each other lies of omission. Kitty lying last year about Alex, then this year about her feelings, and Yuri lying last year about Dae, and now about her mum. I think they really would not a good couple make

"You've been giving me shit for years, and you're gay?" Jin said: I'm gay, I'm homophobic, we exist

PLEASE NOT DAE TRAUMA DUMPING ON THE RANDOM STRAIGHT GIRLS IN THE GAY CLUB

"I never want to get in the way of you being there for a friend, but this is clearly not our night. I'm gonna go. See you around, Kitty Cat." What a short-lived date

"Yuri said she did not want to talk to Jina, and I'm following her lead, and if you were a real friend, you would too." Juliana has so far brought nothing but possessive vibes to the function. Develop another personality trait!

Juliana took that statement as a threat and developed the trait of plagiarizing Kitty's life advice:

"For a man who claims to have his finger on the pulse, you should know that bullying is so over, Mr Moon." This would be a fine statement if I didn't think Stella was trying to harm Min Ho in some way. Run baby, run!

"I bet he thinks you're a real bad ass now. I know I do." Min Ho nooooooo

Kitty running interference for Q so he doesn't miss the track meet. She really is a good friend!!

Perhaps Q should interrogate himself on why he's exclusively drawn to men with no moral compass

"Now I'm stuck watching Yuri and Juliana make out all the time." "Excuse me?" "I said that I'm always watching Yuri and Juliana put on their makeup." The ONE time Professor-turned-Principal Lee using his observation skills and it bites Kitty in the ass

Somehow I missed Madison Miller. I don't know, her Koreaboo vibes are outweighed by her general Chill Girl Boss energy

Props to Juliana for owning up to using Kitty's advice

"You must get your cockiness from your white side." Q, PLEASE

"Do you want to come? I could always use another set of eyes." "And crash your date? No thanks." 1) Yuri's the only one with any sense of romantic boundaries and 2) Yuri admitting she's jealous bc of the time capsule heist date

I like that Dae is upholding what I consider a core tenet of K-and-J-Dramas, which is the Backdoor Boyband Launch

"No! It's giving flamingo." The sincerity with which Eunice delivered this critique takes me out:

"I don't know what you think this is, but I don't want to do it anymore." "I thought this was flirting." "Well, I'm not interested." Jin thinks ruining Q's track-and-field experience is the high school equivalent of pulling on his pigtails

"Praveena just saved our asses. I mean it's only our second date." "Date? She's sweet-talking an old lady while you're in close quarters with the hottest guy at school." He made it in a stupid way, but Min Ho does have a point, Kitty

Min Ho is a good guy for inviting his crush AND the girl she's dating to his ski trip weekend

"What would I do without you?" [Chimes play while Yuri looks at Kitty longingly] Oh, this ski trip is going to be SUCH a mess

In this case, I do actually understand Juliana's position. Ignoring an important event for what's ultimately not time-dependent (a VCR search) would be upsetting

"My hopes, they're up here. Because I like you, a lot." Not as much as you seem to like Yuri or Min Ho, Kitty! I think everyone in this show could benefit from being single for a while

"She's the cute one in the family." "I think there might be more than one." Okay, Dae and Eunice, I'm on board!

"Are you guys fighting or.... another f-word?" "Kitty Song-Covey!" [Mock outrage] "Flirting!" Kitty and Q are my favourite friendship

"I could move in with you and Hana if you take my advice and ask her out. You two would make such a good couple!" Awwww Kitty's matchmaking is hereditary from Eve

"By the time this time capsule is opened, I'll be in my fifties. Wow. I'll be award-winning journalist. Married to someone smart and kind. And we'll have kids. At least one. A girl, I hope." I really feel for Kitty watching this, knowing how it all turns out

"She sounds just like Margot. She looks exactly like Lara Jean. She..." "She was a meddler, like you." Yuri saying it so Kitty doesn't have to <3

BOOOOOOOO. I told you this ski trip was going to be a mess:

"What am I gonna do now? I need to talk to Yuri." "What you do now is get to the cars. And try not to ruin my ski weekend." Props to Min Ho for keeping his feelings on the inside, unlike everyone else

Also I feel like if anything would cure Min Ho of his lingering feelings, it's seeing Kitty be actively involved in cheating

[In Korean] "But I thought you were rich." "No I'm not. I live in the same neighbourhood as you." "Really?" [In English] "You really don't know me at all." [Eunice skips away] With every interaction, I like Eunice more

The way Stella perked up upon finding out Mr. Moon has an office at the ski cabin makes me think that's her agenda. She wants dirt on him somehow

"Intense running also causes intense... runs." Q, Chaos Queen (Self-Titled) and IBS King

"God can't fix everything, Min Ho." "Really. I thought that was his whole deal." Min Ho said: I'm agnostic

Q is NOT an IBS King, he is simply a fool who hides his Poorly-Chosen Hook-Up in His Friend's Ski Cabin

"The way things are going, someone's getting their heart broken this weekend." My money is Juliana, Praveena and Kitty, in that order

"Min Ho, can't you make it any warmer in here?" "Next Seollal, book a flight to Cebu." HAHAH Min Ho and Madison is also a dynamic I enjoy

"Min Ho and Dae hate you, and rightfully so. You bullied them. And if they find out we're still hooking up after your track meet sabotage, they'll never let me live it down." Again Q, please interrogate WHY you are attracted to a guy like this:

LMAO @ Eunice giving Dae a torturous massage in the hot tub

"What are the chances that Min Ho lured us here to join his dad's cult?" Like maybe 30%, Juliana, he mostly hates his dad

"It got to the point where I thought that you would cheat on me with Kitty, and I know that is not fair, and I am so sorry." Unfortunately your instincts were correct, Juliana

"You have my whole heart, and I ruined everything." You really should tell Juliana about kissing Kitty, Yuri, but perhaps it is better to wait until you're not trapped in a cabin with no means to escape

"You could be a spy. Like the CIA should recruit you, stat." [Madison squeals] "Thank you, that's so sweet of you to say!" This is so silly, also I feel like Praveena's parents are def not CIA

"Can't you just go over there and apologize?" "No, they should be over it by now." [Cut to Dae and Min Ho, clearly disgruntled with Jin] Again, date literally anyone else, Q

"'What if the universe made us partners in crime for a reason'?" IS THIS KITTY TO YURI OR MIN HO TO KITTY??

"It's a little soon for love letters. But when we go back to Seoul, would you like to get dinner with me?" Dae is so good at saying how he feels <3

I'd say Kitty's letter being read by her friends is karma for Lara Jean, but this is actually WAY worse bc all of Lara Jean's letters made it to their intended recipients. This one is being used for show-and-tell

"Why did you bring this here?" "I didn't, I swear." I bet Stella did!

As Min Ho prophesized, Kitty did in fact ruin the ski weekend:

I'd say Kitty can explain she wrote that letter a while ago, but I guess it doesn't matter since she kissed Yuri last night

Also running theory on what the hell Stella's problem is, because if it were just about Min Ho, she wouldn't actively be interfering with Kitty's life also (or at least I suspect she has, no one else has a reason to bring the letter along or access to it): I think she's Simon/Seojoon's daughter? So she's resentful about Kitty and Eve, and trying to replace her in a way, by slowly ingratiating herself and driving a wedge between Kitty and her friends? This show does love a secret relative

"I'm gonna leave just as soon as the roads are cleared. But for now, I'm gonna hang in here. Can you go?" Praveena is actually handling this with so much maturity

"Bully me. Then we'll be even." [Min Ho starts removing his jacket] [Dae pulls the jacket back on him] I love them, they're so silly

The way they DID bully him back. I love them x100, absolutely ludicrous behaviour

Min Ho getting into the hot tub fully-clothed. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh

(The parallels with Kitty and Min Ho to Lara Jean and Peter's hot tub scene!! Endgame behaviour)

"I'm a terrible, awful person." "No, you're not." "I've hurt a lot of people." "Don't be so hard on yourself. It's impossible to keep emotions like that hidden." Min Ho said: I'm actually famously pro-Kitty

"What are you doing out here?" "Just talking as friends." Top 10 Things People Who Are Not Just Friends Say

I was right about how the letter got there, in any case!

"You made a move on Kitty on the plane? And you're supposed to be my best friend." "I am your best friend, Dae. Listen to me." [Dae swats Min Ho's hand away] "Shut up. I don't want to talk to you, ever again." Everyone has their breaking point, and I guess this was Dae's

[Kitty guessing Stella's password] "WWJD." Ekghkghkgh why does everyone treat Stella like a Jesus Freak. What did I miss?

[Q sighing] "Everybody likes me." Cursed with charisma, LOL

"But right now, I'm trying to get Juliana back. And hanging out with the girl I cheated with isn't going to help." Yuri's real for that actually

"Wow, look at this. Portland Stalker's back." [Kitty, sarcastically] "Ah, that's really funny!" Min Ho and Kitty's usual back-and-forth is also a comfort

Perhaps it's not in Kitty's best interest to go on a road trip with someone who had feelings for her who's in a relationship now. She doesn't want to double dip in cheating scandals

"I'm really sorry." "You know what? I'm not going to help you feel better about what you did. If I have to live with it, so do you." Good for Juliana!

"Can you do me one more favour?" "If it's not insane." "Keep an eye on Stella while I'm gone tomorrow." "No, sorry, that's insane." Q and Kitty continue to be the realest friendship on this show:

"Is it possible that you could be a little self-involved?" "That is a distinct possibility." I think Yuri could really reap some benefits from listening to her new older brother

"He has to think about a lot of things that you don't. And sometimes, that can lead to you making impulsive decisions." Kitty slowly explaining the concept of privilege to Min Ho LOL. Poor Little Rich Boy: The Sequel

"Are you telling me that they are matchmakers?" "Covey, be cool." THAT'S SO CUTE, I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THE SONG MATCHMAKER TRADITION:

"[The boba] worked for like half a second, and then my blood lust returned anew." Juliana is also growing on me ahhahaha

"I'm still not buying Kitty's theory that she's some letter-stealing wackadoo." "Why not? I kind of agree with Kitty on that one." "No way." "Look, Stella was conspicuously missing when that letter was circulating. And as her roommate, I gotta say, the girl just... is off. Too smiley, too wide-eyed, it all adds up to sus." Juliana 🤝Kitty: Knowing Stella has a haunting aura

Great Aunt coming in hot with her hateful vibes. I guess you could've sent her a letter or something instead of just showing up at her house under false pretenses

"I always thought I was like her in the best ways. What if I'm like her in the worst ways?" Oh, Kitty

"Oh, I know quite a bit about Kitty Song Covey. She's relentless and determined. She helped her sister find love, in her own chaotic way, then travelled around the world so she could find it for herself. That's how I know she..." [Min Ho brushes Kitty's hair out of her eyes] "Well, that's how I know you won't give up on your family. Whether they want you to or not." MIN HO, YOU ROMANTIC SON OF A BITCH (YOUR DAD)

They are soooooooooooooo entangled, oh my god, look at this:

Q is Hook-Up-Hiding Fool AND an IBS King. He CAN do both <3

"I'm gonna stop chasing you around campus and give you space. I'm gonna really try to figure out why I made the mistakes that made me lose the most important person in the world to me." Yuri telling Juliana she loves her enough to leave her be and to figure her own shit out first. That's growth!

I guess we finally know what Stella was doing at the cabin:

"I need to get to the hospital. My dad got into a car accident." [Kitty and Min Ho both jump back into the car] "Get in, I'll take you." Ohhhhh they're coming back together in times of crisis

"Kitty, I'm so sorry I shut you out while I was trying to get Juliana back. I just really miss our friendship." That's what happens when you get romantically involved with all of your closest friends, Yuri. Kitty would know!

I actually forgot that Peter Kavinsky, love of Lara Jean's life, was supposed to be in this season! Awwww, that's nice

"Wait, so does that mean that there's a chance that you and Yuri—" "No, no chance. And I wouldn't want a chance, given the way that she treated me." Rough, but I guess that settles that. Yuri has some self-reflection to do

"I wanna know why you guys are calling a human being 'the Ohio weirdo'." Peter said: I don't tolerate bullying, Baby Sister (in Law)

"You know, I think he totally likes you still." "Woah, no. Nope." "He's calling you by your last name." "That's not a thing, Peter." "He remembers every single word you've ever said. But he still pretends to be annoyed when you talk too much. Classic." Peter said: My money is on Team Min Ho

Ghghjkghkg Kitty asking Peter to buy her a pretty pen. He truly is her older brother

"Thank you, son. I know the perfect place for it." Maybe this is deranged of me but every time Stella gives people stuff (the lunch bag, the clock) I keep assuming she has it wiretapped

"Joon Ho got a girl pregnant. Some backup dancer." My assumption is: There's a recording device in the clock, and Min Ho will get blamed for this leaking

"And my highest rated of all, Rising Stars with Young Moon." [Stella spits out her water] Is Stella doing all of this because Mr. Moon was harsh with her on a reality show? That's insane

"Is this you trying to buy my forgiveness?" "No. Maybe." [Dae giggles] Hahahaha Dae and Min Ho friendship forever <3

Kitty aggressively karaoke-ing at Stella to show her suspicion is very funny

You know, props to Kitty, she waited until she had evidence and a credible theory to confront Min Ho about Stella's double life. That's also tons of growth

"It was bad enough that you broke my heart. Are you trying to break up my relationship?" Oh, Min Ho

"Kitty, you have this killer instinct. It is literally your superpower. So you gotta stop second-guessing yourself." Peter for Big Brother of the Year

Wow, my assumption that Stella was recording everything was actually spot-on! This show is just outlandish enough for that to be a plausible explanation

"What were you dreaming about?" "Calculus." HAHAHAHAH now Kitty's dreaming of Min Ho romantically, oh how the turn tables!!!!

Awwwww Kitty helping Jin to prompose. She's back on her matchmaking bullshit (complimentary)

"I'm not jealous. I'm not jealous. I'm not jealous." The romantic zoom-ins on Min Ho are getting longer and blurrier. Kitty, you are in The Romance Zone, on Jealousy Avenue

It's a bit much to ask Dae to pretend to be single, he's paid his dues in faking his relationship status

"Until you can admit you're wrong about Stella, we have nothing to talk about." Min Ho, you're about to learn a very painful lesson

"You know I like Eunice, right? But you have to win this for your dad. So don't forget that your girlfriend also your main competition." Dae is always in some kind of financial situation. Poor Little Disadvantaged Scholarship Student is a core facet of his characterization

"But why are you helping her?" "She's lacking a lot, but she has some strengths." [Min Ho thumps Kitty on the back] HAHAHAHA MIN HO SHIT-TALKING KITTY WITH HER GREAT AUNT IN FRONT OF HER

PLEASE HIM COMING IN JUST TO SMOOTH THINGS OUT WITH HALMONI AND LEAVE HE'S LIKE A HANDSOME RELATIONSHIP THERAPIST GHOST

"Back then, I told my mother and father Young Ja was sneaking around with your grandfather. They disowned her. I thought that was right at the time. Because she was supposed to marry a boy my parents had already chosen for her. She was meant to stay in Bukjeon. My sister left because I betrayed her." The way Kitty doesn't understand but she's still listening so attentively 🥺💘

"Maybe we are too different." [Dejectedly] "Cool. Now I don't have to feel bad when I mop the floor with you." RIP Dae and Eunice's short-lived relationship

The way Min Ho and Kitty look at each other makes me insane. They are the King and Queen of Unneccessarily Complicating Their Own Lives

"The semester's almost over. Which means she goes back to Portland. For good this time." What!! I thought we had a whole other season coming up!!!

"I know you love this song. I remember you singing this off-key in the shower once." Min Ho living up to Peter's claim that he remembers everything about Kitty

The way that Min Ho looks at Kitty when she says she misses him. Martha, he's back in the fucking building again

Stella said: If Taylor Swift won't announce her Reputation era, I will

"You used me? To get, what? Revenge on my dad?" "Can you blame me? He's a monster." As opposed to you, Stellesther, who's a fucking paragon of moral turpitude

"Like the evidence I planted on Kitty's laptop to frame her for MoonLeaks." Stella, I know you're new to this whole villainy thing, but I don't know if it'll benefit you to have forewarned them of your plans. Surely she can just delete whatever you put on it

"I have fallen for Min Ho. A little bit. Or, a lot." KITTY SONG COVEY, YOU STOP THAT RIGHT NOW

"I always thought there was a vibe between you two." The way Kitty's ENTIRE family is Team Min Ho, including Cousin Jiwon who she just met

"She didn't even take off her shoes." "And Min Ho passed over his collagen water for one of your synthetic energy drinks." I love Q and Dae's Diagnoses From The Min Ho School Of Cries For Help. They're like, the vibes are off, the vibes are evil

"Seeing all these kids living out their pop star dreams just reminds him he never made it as a rock star, you know?" "So that's why he's been playing a bunch of sad songs on his guitar." PLEASE Alex and Yuri's interactions are so funny

"It's like she has him trapped somehow." "Well, if Min Ho's trapped, we have to help him." Glad that Dae is finally being looped into the Stella Shenanigans

"And if she wants to mess with my friends, I will drop-kick that bitch faster than she can say, 'Have a blessed day.'" "All right, Covey. Calm down." Min Ho said: Mark me down as scared AND h—

You know, to Kitty's credit, by this point, she has chosen a way to say Min Ho's name this season. Against her credit, it is different than how everyone else says it

"I told you, I love her. I want to marry her." "No, hold on." "Wait, you love this girl?" Kitty is just fully in the middle of this Moon family squabble, as she loves to be, as a Professional Meddler:

"Your skin is everything." "I know." PLEASE Joon Ho is just as funny as the rest of his family

"Not being with Eunji? Not being in my kid's life? That would be the real mistake." "I think out of everyone, you would understand. Right, Dad? Or should I say Halaboji? You told me want to do better as dad. So prove it." "You're right. And of course, I'll support you if that's what you want to do." Min Ho being an advocate for his brother!! Also I guess why they dropped the fact that they are all half-siblings is because they didn't want to linger on them all having different accents LOL

Dae elbow-checking Eunice so she can't drink whatever kinda spiked drink Stella is peddling. Chivalry isn't dead!

It isn't just a Backdoor Boyband Launch for Dae. It's also a group number! How fun

"A pre-emptory text demanding your head of school quote, 'haul ass' to meet you? Not appropriate." HAHAHA Principal Lee and Kitty: Frenemies for Life

Principal Lee being the entire back-up band. I love that for him

"I think I might want to give up running for good. Maybe find a whole new passion. But I didn't want to tell you, because...." "Because our entire relationship is based on competition and sport." Q rationalizes being lied to WAY too quickly

This is the cutest thing ever, I love this show so much:

"Eunji, will you marry me?" "Yes." "There goes your blackmail material." Crazy interaction to have, but woooooo! Get got Stella

"I am putting you on the next plane back to Ohio. But I also want you to know, I am sorry I was cruel to you." Good for Mr. Moon!

"I could tell your heart was never fully in it anyways." Bold take from someone who blackmailed him, but you right Stella, Min Ho hasn't stopped having feelings for Kitty this whole time

"Praveena and I got to talking at the dance, and it was... I should've told you. I hope that we can still be friends." Saw that one coming, but still sucks for Yuri

"There will be a class action lawsuit against the Han Group. From now on, we're going to be fine. Don't worry." Yuri is single AND broke. Been there baby, it's rough. Also how can Dae not worry? Yuri is his friend!

"Margot only has a small window before she has to go back to Scotland for her new job—" "Covey, calm down." "Why should I calm down?" "Because, you know someone whose dad owns a private jet." I've been thinking this since Bukjeon, but Min Ho is so Mr. Darcy coded

"For fifty years, I've thought about what I'd say if I saw you again. However, seeing you now, my heart is overwhelmed. I'm deeply sorry." [Crying] "Eonnie, eonnie." I'M CRYING ABOUT IT, THE GRANDMA REUNION GOT ME

"Now that I have all of this, the last thing I want to do is leave." "Maybe you don't have to." Oh????????

Also, I am glad that Margot can make an appearance! In a season about sisters, it's only right that we get a Covey sister cameo

"We've granted your request to renew your heritage scholarship. We'll see you next year, Miss Covey." "Oh my god, thank you! Thank you! Can I give you a hug? No. Not a hugger. A high five?" [Lee shakes Kitty's hand] "I'll take it." Persistently, everyone grows

[SHOUTING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS] KISS HIM. THAT'S WHAT THIS SCHOOL IS CALLED, ISN'T IT?

"Wait! Can I join you?" [Min Ho smiles and gestures for her to follow] That's not where I thought this was going! I can't wait for the next season of this. I am eating up this slow-burn romance and overly romantically complex friend group!! Now that I have this show I want as much of it as possible

[laurent--stpierre]

@oliver--parra [text]

Laurent: Happy birthday, you ugly bastard. Laurent: I will do 53 lines in honour of how many years you have plagued the Earth.

[yvesdemetz]

@mobscene-starters Location: Bastille Day Celebrations, K&C. Dated: 14/7/24.

Yves was on edge. Enough so that what should've been a family celebration was a child-free affair.

If the Russians weren't petty enough to see ruining the French Quarter's most important celebration as a win, they would surely note how many high ranking members of the Organization were present. Perhaps he should've stayed home to take away some of the benefit attacking might've offered. Both him and Varden attending the same event seemed an unwise decision...and yet.

Maybe he could've played it off as a 'if they do attack, I want to drag as many down as I can' macho response, but it wasn't. If they started hiding? The Russians had won, regardless of whether they made a move tonight.

Security was tight, at least, but not enough for him to feel comfortable enough to switch out his coffee for alcohol. The same couldn't be said for the others, and he both envied and judged the complacency in equal measure. Eyes drifting across the crowd to make sure everyone was accounted for, he felt someone bump into his shoulder. Yves could hardly be irritated when he was the one who hadn't been paying attention, but that didn't stop his expression from reading as just that.

"Can I help you?"

[alphabetboyluvr]

hey holly, i have a request. but like a question first, do you like the harry potter movie series? because i feel like I've read somewhere you saying you don't actually like it. but by any chance if you do like them, can you write a fic /one shot of bts members and o/c but the theme is harry potter. have a great day ahead! <3

I'm a JK Rowling h8r, but I'm also a British 90's baby so I grew up on Harry Potter and have a lot of fond memories tied to the series!! I tend to watch the movies during winter with my mum, cause they're always on tv 🥹

I'm afraid I don't actually take requests at the moment, as I've got a lot of existing wips that I'm working on!!

this is from my one-shot drafts on wattpad - I had actually started one once haha but it's only a couple hundred words!!

[maplesyrupsainz]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙xo xo | MS47˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: mick schumacher x fem y/n reader (she/her)

genre: social media au, established relationship

warnings: none jus fluffy

summary: in which your boyfriend finds himself explaining your knack for seeming nonchalant when in reality you just value your privacy, or in which your boyfriend is a lovesick puppy at your side and his fans have a lot of questions about you 🥹💋

a/n: i hope i did this req justice!!!! not sure if i got the idea right but hopefully i did i loved writing it!!! my first ever fanfic for mick too!!!

request!!!: could you do a smau for Mick where he's dating a girl completely opposed to him, not gothic but more of a golden retriever x black cat relationship

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fc: various blonde girls from pinterest

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mickschumacher a lil boat day with the love of my life ❤️

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user2 AWWWWW

user3 he's always so sweet im obsessed

user4 me when

user5 y/n is so lucky

user6 everyone's fav golden retriever bf

lilymhe gorgeous couple 😘

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georgerussell63 thanks for inviting us!! 🤔

mickschumacher sorry. y/n said she couldn't be bothered socialising

georgerussell63 sounds like her

yourusername get over it

user7 LOL there they go again

user8 opposites attract 😭

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user9 a girl of few words

user10 wish i was cool & mysterious like y/n but instead im a yapper with adhd 😂

user11 this is so real

mickschumacher you can say that again

user12 MICK??? LMAOOO

user13 💀

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lewishamilton come visit us after the summer break y/n

yourusername maybe

user14 no fr we need her back in the paddock already

user15 LOL lewis is like ussss

user16 begging for y/n's attention

user17 go girl give us nothing

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user18 she liked this 😂

user19 self aware queen

user20 y/n my fav wag unbothered queen always

mickschumacher love you so much gorgeous

yourusername mwah 💋

user21 at least mick is in this post

user22 barely

yourbff witwoo look at uuu 👀

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carmenmmundt missing you!!

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user23 her barely ever replying is real as hell

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user29 mick bf content when?

yourbff TXT ME BACKKKK

yourusername srry i will noww

yourbff ever elusive y/n

user30 ily y/n

user31 in my city omg!??!

user32 i luv summer break content

user33 so influencer vibes

lewishamilton …day 10 of asking you to visit the team after summer break

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yourbff ur so whipped 💓

mickschumacher 🤷‍♀️🤩

user34 awww sooo cute

user35 once again the difference in stories 😂

user36 beautiful black cat y/n <3

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mercedesamgf1 so gorgeous!

mickschumacher you're telling me

user37 rapunzel fr

yourusername 📍 nyc

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yourusername living out my serena van der woodsen fantasy… xo xo 💋

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user38 omg y/n i am obsessed with you

user39 😍😍😍😍😍😍

user40 omg? go off girl

user41 xoxo fr

mickschumacher insanely stunning 🤩

yourusername oh you 💋

user42 giggling & kicking my feet over them

user43 they're all i think about fr

lewishamilton …day 14 of asking you to visit the team after summer break

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user44 HAHAHAHAHA

user45 no way

user46 they're begging you y/n

mercedesamgf1 we second lewis!

user47 LOLLLL

user48 how is this reallll

user49 why does everyone love y/n 😭

user50 IKR!!! she's so private tbh we dont rly know her

user51 yah idgi at all

yourbff can i be ur blair waldorf 🥹

yourusername you already know!

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user52 Y/N PLEASE

user53 not paris 😂

lewishamilton …day 31 of asking you to visit the team after summer break

user54 our unbothered queen

user55 0 fuck's given

user56 so beautiful <3

mickschumacher ❤️❤️

user57 i jus know lewis & merc in general r having a breakdown without her rn!

user58 free merc f1 team from the y/n drought 🙏

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transcript: interviewer: i'm sure you've seen the discourse online about your partner, y/n… / mick: *laughs* we have seen it, yes. it's very endearing and i love that everyone wants to get to know her better! / m: she keeps herself to herself generally, we're very opposite in that way! i'm an extrovert and, well, she just isn't!

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user67 y/n.

user68 where you going

lewishamilton wait… 👀

georgerussell63 🤨

mercedesamgf1 …see you soon?

mickschumacher ❤️

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user69 next race queen? next race queen? next race queen?

user70 location reveal

user71 status update y/n

user72 leading us on much😆

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user73 OMGGG FINALLY?!

user74 omg? she's going to monza?

lewishamilton she's here? she's here? she's here?

mickschumacher yes but…

lewishamilton but what

mickschumacher can you & george remain calm and act normal please

lewishamilton excuse me. i always do but i cannot say the same for george

mickschumacher …riiiiiiiight

user75 YAYYYY

user76 sooo cute omg love u guys

mercedesamgf1 our lucky day!

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user77 omg

user78 this is not a drill!!!!

user79 i know the merc team are buzzing

mercedesamgf1 😻

carmenmmundt finally!!!

user80 U LOOK SO GOOD!!!

user81 reppinnnn 🙏

user82 our fav girl fr

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user83 omg bf mick

user84 she's listening to us 👀

lewishamilton so good to see you!

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carmenmmundt beaut girl

yourusername ily

lilymhe 😻😻😻

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yourbff the outfitttt 🔥

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user85 we lysm y/n!!!

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user86 HER LIKING!!

user87 i love seeing her posts she's so sweet

user88 omg this is adorable

user89 they deffo read our comments

user90 right!!! her giving us more insight into her life am i crazy?

yourusername i luv u guys 💋

user91 screaming

user92 omg 😭

mickschumacher my girl. i love you ❤️

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[coriihanniee]

THE ENGAGEMENT GAME - enhypen smau

𓍯𓂃⭑.ᐟ SYNOPSIS : Forced to enroll in an elite school and bound by an arranged engagement, you must uncover which of the Seven Heirs is your fiancé before the school year ends—or face a life you didn’t choose. As rumors spread and secrets unravel across campus, the boys turn your struggle into a game, but the lines between truth and desire blur, leaving you to question everything, including your own heart. Will you uncover the truth before it’s too late? And what happens when you start falling for the person you least expected?

𓍯𓂃⭑.ᐟ PAIRING : elite student!enhypen x forced engagement!reader

𓍯𓂃⭑.ᐟ GENRES(S) : smau, romance, drama, enemies to lovers, rivals to lovers

𓍯𓂃⭑.ᐟ WARNING(S) : kys/kms jokes, sexual jokes, gay jokes, manipulation, power dynamics, profanities

𓍯𓂃⭑.ᐟ STATUS : completed!

𓍯𓂃⭑.ᐟ AUTHOR'S NOTE : another smau let's goooo!! I think I'm posting too frequently (oops...) but you guys gave so much love for my mystery bf bnd smau that I decided to write another one, with Enhypen! This plot is much more interesting, full of twists and turns~ Are you ready? Let the games begin! (header edit isn't mine btw, credits to original creator 🥹)

𓍯𓂃⭑.ᐟ This is purely fictional and does not reflect the idols' real personality!

PROFILES

yn and her sugar babies

the nepo bitches

CHAPTERS

01. engaged to WHO?!?!

02. hanseong's new villainess

03. first day in hanseong

04. heir to trouble written

05. fries thief

06. new rival?!?!

07. chaebol cinderella

08. let the games begin ~

09. jung-yank

10. cafeteria frenzy written

11. dark moon amusement park

12. we ballin'

13. "Lovely Runner" rip-off

14. 7 idiots and 1 dog

15. PTSD (project trauma stress disorder)

16. tung your sahur

17. ballerina confessionina written

18. I pass the mic

19. hello kitty pride gone wrong

20. squid game : fiancé edition

21. public property written

22. girlboss, girlgift, girlgives up

23. engagement preparations

24. s(he) be(lie)ve(d) written

25. XO (only if you say yes) written

26. all because I liked a boy

27. ᵃⁿⁿᵃᵇᵉˡˡᵉ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉᵐ

28. nothing beats a jet2 holiday! ☺️

29. onlyfans wedding invite

@coriihanniee 💌

taglist closed!

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Family Vibes | l.hs

sypnosis: No one really knows what it’s like to be a teachers kid. The topic is rarely ever brought up, there are things that you might not have known about being a child of a teacher and that is what yn and heeseung are. teachers kids.

The first year yn had transferred into the school, heeseung was this scrawny kid that hasn’t hit puberty yet. He was short, immature and all she saw him as was just the son of her parent’s friends. Yet the following year, over a single summer… heeseung grew a foot taller than he was before. Puberty. Everyone’s best friends or enemies.

pairing: heeseung x f!reader

cw: swearing, inappropriate jokes, mixed signals, questionable humour, and attempted humour

START DATE: 25/03/25

END DATE: ??/??/25

a/n: hi, and welcome. midnight thoughts core!! aye🤥

Profiles -

profile 1. profile 2.

Chapters -

01 - just say you hate me!!

02 - what are they?!

03 - age calculator

04 - it’s better you don’t know😁😁

05 - tutor me. yes? yay😁💗

06 - Forced proximity bullshit

07 - 'staff' WE AINT EVEN GETTING PAID💔💔

08 - A RAT WHO SPENDS MY MONEY

09 - my two wives😎😎

10 - lowkey my cousin

11 - just family friends

12 - villian arc.

13 - 911 we officially lost her💔💔

14 - you shouldn't be on your phone.

15 - Are you Jia's sister?

16 - then she's delusional 🤥

17 - he's a dude.

18 - you better fucking pray they don't 19 - and this is why ur failing😁💓

20 - AT YOUR GROWN AGE?!

21 - everyone is friends with jia

tba...

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[14dayswithyou]

Angel: *doesn’t go to Rens house* Ren, to Olivia: This is all YOUR fault! 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

@just-raven-xo asked: Add on to last ask, not to mention Ren pushing a fucking shelf on Elanor for “distracting us” and making us leav

✦゜ANSWERED: LMAOOOO It be like that T_T He is a yandere after all!!

[kentoxo]

friction | reader (f) x crush!nanami pt.14

pairing: reader (f) x crush!nanami

synopsis: [AU] you have always had a crush on nanami. since the day you were hired as his personal assistant, you've been right at his side combating numbers and making money within the finance department for the company you two worked for. but, things take a turn when nanami catches wind of your feelings, and rejects you. little did he know the weight of his mistake.

warnings: angst, heartbreak, sexual tension, jealousy (future smut)

a/n: AHHH IM BACK YALL, IM SO SORRY I WAS GONE. life was doing its thang, but i have returned! here is a nice, warm part in attempts to apologize for my absence xo this might not be checked for spelling or anything so pls forgive me. its late and i have a baby cold but i wanted this part to come out already!

all parts: pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4, pt.5, pt.6, pt.7, pt.8, pt.9, pt.10, pt.11, pt.12, pt.13,

December | Tokyo, Japan | Tuesday (after work)

“Haibara, he likes me!” You screech into your phone. Your pillow was at the mercy of your ecstatic chokehold. “The Nanami likes me!” 

You had spent a good portion of your night talking with Haibara. He truly was the only one who you could share your excitement with, considering his friendship with Nanami. He was the only one who understood the stiff blonde and appreciated how you managed to sway his feelings. But, on that same note, he knew you pretty well and was the best at teasing you. 

“You’re quite excited for someone who won’t give him a chance yet,” Haibara teases you. You frown at his words, hoping he’d react like you did. “Why don’t you just let him win you over already?”

“Because!” You reply sharply, jabbing your finger in the air. “He has to earn it, especially after what he’s put me through.” 

Haibara lets out a sigh, “and if he decides to change his mind?”

You huff at his distasteful question, “he won’t.” 

Haibara lets out a small snort, “didn’t realize you knew Nanami for as long as I have. My bad.” 

Sucking your teeth, you sprawl your limbs out on your bed, your eyes distantly staring up at the ceiling, “you know I don’t know a whole lot about him… but he’s different towards me now. There’s something there that wasn’t there before.” 

“Can’t argue with that one,” Haibara admits reluctantly. “I’ve never seen Kento act like this. He’s always been to himself.” 

You smile triumphantly at his words, “it feels like I like him more because of that.” 

“Don’t start,” Haibara taps at your confidence a bit. “Anyhow, let me leave you. I’m gonna order take out and watch a drama.” 

You pout but nod to yourself, “thanks for the chat, Yu. Have a good night!” 

“You as well, Y/N.” Click. 

You toss your phone to the side, a wide smile lingering at your lips. Nanami has intentions to conquer you. And it wasn’t like you were going to deny him, despite prolonging his torture. He could write his confession and pass it to you like in grade school, and you’d still check the ‘yes’ box. Your stomach felt queasy at the thought of his re-attempt, considering his first confession still remained in your mind. 

Albeit how that bad night went. 

Inspired by Haibara (and the growling of your stomach), you get up to order yourself a bit of food as well. As you waited for the order, you fix up your hair so the delivery person didn’t think you were a hobbit. While you adjusted your face, your phone began to ring in your bedroom. You rush to fetch it, your stomach tossing with excitement for the food. But when you blindly picked up, Nanami’s raspy voice came into sound. 

“Good evening, Y/N,” Nanami hums quietly, “how are you doing?” 

You felt yourself stiffen, “a-ah, good evening, Nanami! I’m well– and yourself?” 

“I’m doing well, thank you,” Nanami replies, his voice as smooth as butter. “What are you up to tonight?” 

You awkwardly pull at your holiday PJs and smile embarrassingly to yourself, “‘m home. Just finished ordering some dinner. Is um, is there anything you need, Nanami?” 

“Ah–” Nanami’s voice halts, the breath that follows filled with hesitance. “I didn’t want to alarm you, but I am at the lobby of your building.” 

You jumped, goosebumps raising all along your arms. “U-um, can I ask why?” 

“I, um…” Nanami’s voice streams off for a moment, heavy breathing ensuing. You assume it was because of the cold, and potentially the exhaustive walk over to your house. “It is a little embarrassing to admit, but my night is not going well.” 

“Oh?” You were surprised. You’ve never seen too much of Nanami’s emotions until recently, upon his acknowledgment and confession of his newfound feelings for you. It was strange to hear the twinge of sadness in his voice, and his reticence to admit his woeful feelings. “Is everything okay?” 

“Everything is okay,” Nanami confirms, “but the thought to come see you felt right.” 

A streak of red appears on your cheeks, “a-ah! Is that so…” 

“Of course, feel free not to invite me in,” Nanami hums quickly, “I can understand the inappropriateness and suddenness of me appearing at your building. I apologize for springing this onto you.” 

It’s true. You two were not dating, and weren’t near being official by any stretch. Nanami, just previously, was your boss, the person you looked up to. He signed your pay stubs and was the person who validated your work and relied on you to do his job well. He is not at the point to come to you and cry on your shoulder. It was simply the status quo not to do wifey things for someone who hasn’t even given you the title of girlfriend yet. 

But, this was Kento Nanami we were talking about. 

“Come upstairs,” you hum. You hang up, and look back to make sure your apartment was clean. Seeing that it was spotless, you quickly check yourself in the mirror, making sure your hair looks nice. Although you lamented not putting on at least some makeup, you were at that point in life where either he likes you as you are, or doesn’t and spares you that horror. You pull down your black sweatshirt, immediately realizing that it was not yours, but the one you borrowed from Tae. 

You let out a sigh. You washed his sweatshirt with the rest of your laundry, and then just assumed it was yours as it was in the pile. You rush to the kitchen to make a note to return the sweatshirt. As you finished the sentence, a quiet knock was heard at your door. Your feet quietly tip tap over, gently unlocking everything. As you opened the door, you were met with a bag of food in your face. 

“Hold this,” Nanami sounded, his large hand dangling the delicious smelling food before you. Your eyes lingered on Nanami, before looking over at the delivery man right behind him. 

You quickly put the food on the coat rack, and bow at the delivery man, “let me grab the money, please give me a moment.” As you prepare your stride, a cold hand grabs your forearm. You turn around to look up at Nanami, who gives you a small smile. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Nanami hums. He turns to the delivery man, takes out his wallet, and pulls out a large bill. “Thank you very much. Keep the change as your tip.” The delivery man beamed at his large tip, bowing contently at Nanami before rushing down the stairs. 

You could only stare at Nanami, as he let go of your arm to let himself in. He locks the door behind him, and begins to strip off his winter garments. He was… wearing glasses. You ogled at him, your heart strings being pulled at. His jaw was clenched, his breathing getting used to the sudden warmth of your home. His hair was once again messy, his body ornate in comfy clothing, very contrasting to his usual office get up. 

Nanami notices your eyes, and smirks, “never seen a blind man, Y/N?” 

“A-ah, I’m sorry for staring,” you quickly apologize, “I don’t see you in glasses often.” A strand of his hair lands on his forehead. 

“Ah, well,” Nanami’s entire body faces you entirely, and he pushes up his lens with his middle finger, “wearing contacts at night increases the risk of forgetting that they’re still on. I usually remove them the moment I get home.” 

Here’s the Nanami you know best, “that’s a good point.” 

You two stand in a bit of awkward silence before you look up at Nanami and gesture to the living room, “would you like a cup of tea?” 

“That would be wonderful, thank you.” 

He takes his seat on the couch while you bring your food over to the kitchen island. You quickly ignore it to put a water-filled kettle onto the stove. “Honey, sugar?” 

“Hold on both, thank you,” Nanami hums. 

You nod, quickly paying attention to your food. You look over at him awkwardly, “are you hungry? I had no idea that you would be coming, I would have ordered more food…” 

Nanami quickly raises his hand, “please, my visit was completely unprecedented. You couldn’t have prepared for it.” 

You quietly stare at him. You could see the distance in his eyes, his hands resting on his knees. One of his legs bounced with some sort of anxiety, his thumbs twiddling around one another. You noticed that he barely kept his gaze towards you, looking back down after each brief silence. It felt like there was a bubble around him that he wasn’t quite ready for you to pop yet. 

With a small smile, you bring out two plates and carry it with the bag of takeout. You join him on the couch, and quickly begin to unbag your food. Nanami only watched as you began to divide your food in half. He quickly sits up and holds your forearm gently, stopping you from continuing. “There is no need, please enjoy your meal, Y/N.” 

“Food always makes me feel better when I don’t really feel the best,” you hum quietly. You gently remove his hand from your arm and give him a curt smile. “We don’t have to talk about it.” 

He looks at you, grimacing a bit. You squeeze his hand reassuringly before putting it down to continue separating the food, “I hope you like stir fry with rice, ‘cause that’s what I got.”

Nanami could only stare at you with awe. There was something there that he couldn’t quite explain. A feeling. A semblance of safety, and some sort of nostalgia. As you divided the food in your comfy clothes, he couldn’t help but feel like it should have always been this way. He watched as you cut up a few of the vegetables and meat, and added extra gravy to his plate. 

“Y/N,” he starts with another futile attempt. 

You look over at him and smiled, “I have soda and beer. Which do you fancy more?” As you waited for his answer, you noticed the food was just warm. “Ah, let me microwave these a bit.” 

You carry the plates over to the kitchen and begin to microwave them, finding the opportunity to prepare his small cup of tea upon the boiling of the water. You prepare the herbs and bring it to him, the greens steeping in the water. He takes it from you gently, his eyes still glued to you as you go to the fridge and look over at him. “Have you decided?” 

He blinks for a few moments, “a beer, if you don’t mind.” 

You grab two beers and pop the caps with the bottle opener on your fridge. You join his side once again and place his beer on the available cup holder near him. Nanami’s hazel eyes stare at you, with your hand eagerly holding your beer, waiting to toast. He quickly puts the tea down and takes the beer in his hand, earning a few giggles from you. 

“Are you anxious, Nanami?” You asked, your voice breathy. “I have some oils I can burn if it’ll help put you at ease.” 

“No, no, it’s not that at all,” he begins quietly before he clinks his beer bottle with your own. You both take a swig. His Adam's apple protrudes alluringly, his bottom lip shining with the carbonated booze. “It’s just that…” Before he could finish, his eyes burned down at your sweatshirt. 

You join him and look down, searching for a stain, “ah, did I spill something already? I just washed this, and it’s not even mine…” 

“This isn’t your sweatshirt?” He had a hunch, but he wasn’t looking forward to being right. 

You nod, “it’s Tae’s, the barista you hired? He lent it to me when I was starting to get that bad cold I got recently.” 

“Ah.” It was the only word that came out of Nanami’s lips. He silently grabs your beer and puts both drinks down on the coffee table. As the ringing of the microwave sounded, you watched as Nanami stripped off his own sweatshirt (a beautiful navy blue shade) and put out one of his hands. You stare puzzled before you notice he begins to flick his middle finger, requesting the sweatshirt you were in. 

Obediently, you strip the sweatshirt off, feeling your cheeks warm from the Hello Kitty shirt you had underneath. But Nanami pays it no mind, his hazel eyes unwavering as he fixes his sweatshirt before pulling it over your head. He lets go, allowing you to pull down the sweatshirt. The immediate smell of green tea and hinoki wood intoxicates you, the scent of Nanami taking you over. You could get drunk from his smell, unable to contain the feelings in your heart. 

“Please feel free to ask me for warmth whenever you are cold,” Nanami instructs, his eyes satisfied with your new look. He reaches over your face, and pushes a strand of loose hair to the back of your ear. “This color suits you nicely.” 

You can feel your face go completely hot, “y-yeah?” 

“I’d like to see you wear my dress shirts someday,” he says with a cheeky smile. You then jump, your face completely flushed. Nanami searches your face, confused by your reaction. But he quickly bites his tongue, realizing his words slowly. “A-ah, I’m sorry Y/N– that was highly inappropriate.” 

“It’s fine! I think the food is ready!” You escape by rushing over to the microwave, slowly bringing over two steaming plates of food. You put both plates down and retrieve the remaining plastic utensils and condiments from the bag. Fixing his plate, you quickly gesture to his plate, giving him the go to eat. 

As he picks up the plate and fork, you quickly grab a few napkins from the bag and place it by him on the table. “I hope it’s not too hot,” you murmur quietly as you pick up your own plate. “I’ll wait for you to eat if you want it to cool down a little.” 

Nanami shakes his head, a small chuckle escaping his lips, “I can eat hot food, Y/N, don’t you worry.” 

“I have to worry about you, Nanami,” you say simply, “can’t do much about it now.” 

In this turn, Nanami felt his own heart skip a beat or two. He couldn’t help but stare at you adoringly. Despite not being able to talk about his woes, you didn’t force it out of him either. He never realized the power of companionship until he was here, eating half of your full meal, in your extremely warm apartment while you were in your PJs. He had always thought ethereal women always remained in the books of fairy tales. But then here you were, eating your food with your plate almost a little too close to your face so you didn’t spill and soil his sweater. 

“Mm!” You hummed with a mouth full of food. Quickly chewing and swallowing, you looked up at Nanami, “please tell me how much you gave the delivery man. Let me pay you back before you go.” 

Nanami looks down at you and shakes his head, silently turning to his food to begin eating. “Technically I am eating the food, therefore I owe for the meal as well.” 

You snort, “I offered you half, Nanami. So with your logic, I owe you half.” 

Nanami puts his plate down quietly. He picks up a napkin and dabs his lips clean before taking a swig of his beer. “Y/N, every time I come to your home, there seems to be a trend where bad things happen.” 

You look at him, your expression puzzled, “how do you mean?” 

“As in, every time I’ve come to visit, something unexpected happens, typically leading to something unideal for you,” Nanami says quietly. 

“Ah, please don’t say that,” you say in a sad tone, “it’s purely coincidence that everything has happened the way it has.” 

“Right, but now I think it’s true,” Nanami hums, looking over at you. There was an unwavering seriousness in his expression, his hazel eyes warm yet convincing. “It’s nothing bad, truly, but it is quite dangerous.” 

“What is?” You reply in a whisper. 

He leans over to you, his face beside yours, “my feelings for you are developing in such a way where I might accidentally skip a step or two in this relationship.” 

“H-huh?” You let out in a stammer. 

He backs away, but takes your hands into his own. He gives your hands a light squeeze, his smile capable of curing all woes you could have. “I have no intentions to rush this relationship,” Nanami begins, “once I make you mine, my intentions are to go at your pace completely. But I need you to understand that my feelings for you have progressed further than the current state of our relationship.” 

You eye him, feeling your face burn to a crisp. “A-are you trying to s-say that you…” Your eyes fall down to your legs, your heart unable to take this much feeling in the air. 

Nanami quickly chuckles, “maybe not that far, but I’m realizing now that I really do need you in my life. Because if you can make me feel better without addressing my sadness directly, then I believe I’ve always needed you in my life.” 

You felt your mind go stupid, your heart going into emotional cardiac arrest. “Nanami… anybody would do this for the person they care about.” Your voice was weak, quiet. You were always ready to undermine yourself. But Nanami will never be taken by it. 

“Right, but I’m glad I’m being cared about by you,” Nanami hums, “I don’t care about anybody when my eyes and heart are set on you.” 

You weren’t sure what was in the air, but considering Nanami’s hold on your hands and his adoration-filled eyes, you weren’t prepared for what was going to happen next. 

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fluffy + angst valentine’s day prompts pt. 2

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♡ "did you ever truly love me or was it all for show?"

♡ receiving flowers from their lover. who is dead.

♡ "14 is my lucky number, 14 is my lucky number." character A repeats over and over again, trying to summon courage to confess their feelings.

♡ "fuck you!" "for what? what have i done to you?!" "you made me fall in love with you, idiot!"

♡ characters eating chocolate on the couch after surviving a whole war together.

♡ "i could never have loved him the way he needed to be loved, so i let him go."

♡ character A gives character B 365 love letters every year, a letter a day, all of which are gifted on valentine's day. every. single. year.

♡ character giving their enemy a rose for valentine's day, a rose to which their enemy is deadly allergic. the enemy takes it anyway, keeping it close always.

♡ "you know this was her favourite day of the year? she loved those little heart-shaped chocolates and now? she's gone. just like that."

character A leaving red lipstick marks on their s/o's neck.

♡ "you are the very air i breathe, i don't plan on celebrating that for just one day of the year, i will celebrate that every day, every minute, and every hour of my life."

♡ "you really do love me?" "have you met you? it's kind of hard not to."

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dignitas

a/n: I don't even know what to say, honestly. I made a really honest post a few days ago about some hardships I've been experiencing and the support I received brought me to tears so many times. I don't think I can ever really put into words how grateful I am for this community, all I can say is thank you, and that I hope you all know what you mean to me. Hope you enjoy 💕xo (ps. I googled wedding practices in Ancient Rome, and girls used to be married off as young as 14-insane I know-)

Warnings; 18+ no minors, vague but big-legal age gap, piv sex, dirty talk, parental fluff, Marcus being a total suck for his daughter, pregnancy and baby stuff, childbirth and some graphic descriptions of pain, brief mention of infertility, **character death / grief** allusions to underage sexual abuse (typical of the time), sexist violence against a slave, **angst / hurt / comfort** Girlwife is putting her foot down, and her husband is here for it, bullshit politics, let me know if I missed any!

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Pairing: Marcus Acaciusx F!Reader

word count: 7.3k 😅

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He crouches down, heart in his throat at the sight of her standing on her own two feet. 

“Come, that’s it my little flower–” He holds his hands out, shifting to his knees before them, his wife holds her up, keeping her steady. He claps his hands, getting her attention and when she smiles big his heart melts. 

“Go on Diana, go on–” Her mother encourages, helping her with the first two steps before carefully letting her go. He watches her little form sway, watches as her mother hovers behind her. Diana looks down at her feet before toddling over, taking her first steps. He holds his breath, nodding and smiling at her until she makes it into his arms. His body fills with light, pride and emotions swirling wildly. 

“You have done it!” He gets up, twirling her. Her mother, his wife, stares at them in awe, tears shining and he goes to her, gathering his whole world in his arms. 

-

She’s running, it felt like not a moment ago she was small enough to fit within both palms of her fathers hands and now she’s running!

“Diana! Slow down little love, you will hurt yourself.” Her giggle echoes through the house, setting the dogs to chase after her as she covers much of the ground in the peristyle. 

Marcus beams at her, crouching down and holding out his arms for her as she speeds up, stumbling and falling down but getting back up  just as quick before the dogs can lick her face and crashes into his embrace. He burrows his face into her neck, kissing and tickling her until she screams with joy.

“Papa!” She screams, joyous and happy.

“Yes my little sunbeam, look at you, running! Gods above, where has the time gone?” his eyes glaze while she squirms within his grip, already eager to be back on the ground. Her attention lands on you then, turning from her father who watches in awe as she runs towards you, little robes and brown waves rustling. 

With a huff of laughter she collides with your legs, her arms outstretched and you lift her up, resting her on your hip. The dogs chase each other, excited and happy.

“You are a wild little thing, my feral child.” You kiss her full cheeks, relishing the sounds of her voice, the giggles that escape before she yawns. “Time for your rest–” Marcus has reached you then, and he presses his lips to the crown of her head again before you hand her to Sabina–the matronly woman who has become her nurse. 

Marcus watches her go, curled up against Sabina, head resting on her shoulder. 

“She is getting too big, growing far too quickly.” 

“She is indeed, getting wilder and bolder every day. She is too like her father.” 

He huffs out a laugh, wrapping himself around your back to lay his chin upon your shoulder. You can almost hear the crinkle in his eyes. 

“Is she now? And here I thought she was the very picture of her mother.” He presses his lips to your neck, “I have some matters to see to, but I will try to be very quick. Shall we take advantage once I am finished?” His hands squeeze at your waist and you cannot help but sigh, and turn in his arms. 

“If you can be quick, then taking advantage sounds like a wonderful idea.” Your hand slips down, sliding over his robes until you cup his manhood, giving it a little squeeze. The low rumble that comes out of his mouth makes your heart race. 

“Don’t keep me waiting.” You press a chaste kiss to his mouth, so innocent compared to where you hold him and he smiles into it. 

“Understood, my Sun.” 

When he finds you after having completed his work, Diana screams in your arms, wriggling to be let go. He grins, resigned to have missed his window of opportunity.

“Yes yes, very well.” You put her down and she runs to him once again, warmth fills your whole being to see them together. She is a tiny little slip of a thing in his arms, her hands barely cover his cheeks but he looks at her as though she hung the stars. 

He speaks to her softly and presses kisses to her temple, he listens to her baby babble, the words she can speak clearly now and the ones she cannot yet pronounce.

“You had a very short rest today my little love.” His words are soft, but you laugh at them when his eyes find yours. He smiles and a little sadness creeps in then, sadness that you cannot give him more of this, more babies, more little ones to carry on his name. It is a tragedy that you cannot give him a boy. 

“We will need to get you more robes soon, you are already getting too big for these. Shall we go to the market?” He holds her up above his head and they are mirror images of each other, his hands holding her up towards the heavens, and her arms outstretched towards him, both bursting with the same smile. 

“What say you, my love?” He lowers her, smiling at her screaming giggles. 

“I say yes, she is growing very quickly indeed. We should get more of the oil I use in her hair as well.” He nods, and after the preparations are made, you set out with your family. 

-

She grows like wheat, one minute she is a bundle at your breast, and the next she is up to your hip, arguing with her father over a horse. 

“But, I need one.” She pleads, seven years old and determined.

“Do you?” He smiles, entertaining her. You know in your heart he will give in, he always does, but he requires her to give him a good reason before inevitably spoiling her.

“You have asked, you have begged, and now you tell me that you need one, but you have not yet given me a reason as to why.” He sits at your table to your left, breaking his fast as he looks over some letters. She sits at her own place to his left across from you. She looks to you and you can see your own frown on her face but you shake your head. 

“Do not look to me, Diana, it is your father who decides.” You smile, it is all a game that she will eventually win. She lets out a sigh and your smile widens.

“Father, you know I am learning, and I would like to learn on a horse that knows me. If it is my horse and not yours then I will learn all the quicker.” He nods sagely, setting his letters aside and picking at his bread. 

“Yes, that is a good reason but will you care for it? You must feed it, brush it and bond with it.” 

She nods as he speaks, hopeful. 

“It is not just about getting one, riding it for a few days and then leaving it in the stable for others to care for it. It is a living thing, and it requires love and attention and food and I expect you to do your part.”

You reach for his hand and his eyes find yours, you give him a look, one that you hope he can read as ‘remember her age’, he takes a breath, smiling to himself and you know you have been together long enough that he understands what you are thinking. 

“I do not think to leave the sole care of this horse to you Diana, you have your studies and lessons, you have your duties with your mother and you are still quite little.” She frowns and he laughs, “You are but seven, not seventeen. If I were to get you this horse, you must promise me, swear to me here in front of your mother, that you will feed, brush and water it daily. This means you will wake up with me, we will go to the stable together for your lesson and once you are done, you will brush, feed and water it.”  

She grins, despite herself and he narrows his eyes, the game still very much afoot. 

“Diana.” He tries to be serious, tries to put the steel into his tone and for a moment it works, she straightens up and wipes the grin away, nodding at him with her big brown eyes. 

“You must swear it, little love. You must swear that you will do as your father says.” You chime in gently, and she nods faster. 

“I swear it father, I swear it. I will do as you say. May I please have a new horse?” She pouts, and the deal is sealed. He sighs, the corners of his mouth lifting and you catch her eye, gesturing for her to go to him and she does, flying out of her chair to hug him tightly. He laughs, all of the toughness leached away by her little hands, by her smile and by her kiss on his cheek. 

“Very well, we will go by the end of the week.” He relents, letting her hug him, and hugging her in return. “If you are finished breaking your fast, you may go and start your lessons.” She nods, skipping away, laughing loudly. 

“You are a cloud.” You smile at him, pushing your plate away. 

“When did it happen? I used to inspire fear and unquestioning loyalty, obedience.” He shakes his head, half laughing, half astounded. You take his hand in yours, and press it to your mouth. 

“She has made a lump of honey out of you Marcus, there is no other way around it.” 

“She? I think you will find that you have your own part to play in this.” He lets a bark of laughter out at the shocked expression on your face, pulling you from your chair to sit across his lap. 

“Do you not think yourself spoiled? Do you not realise that you yourself have turned me into this?” His arms wrap tightly around you, and you roll your eyes, goodnaturedly. 

“Have I? Have I tamed you, General?” You run your fingers through his curls, more grey than brown now. His eyes are soft, kind and full of love. He doesn’t respond right away, instead his gaze bores into yours, the same honey brown as Diana.

“I would say more than tamed.” Diana screams laughing from somewhere and he smiles wide, his soul fed by her happiness for a moment before his hand cups your cheek. 

“I do not have the words for what you have done to me, for me–I do not have the words to describe the depths of my love for you.” 

You press forward, kissing him with all of the words you yourself cannot speak, pressing your love into him. His hands sweep softly along your back, your lips skimming against his when you pull away to breathe. 

“A lump of honey–” You laugh when he digs his fingers into your sides, euphoria thrumming through your veins. 

-

He finds you teaching Diana how to sew, the both of you hunched over a torn robe, Sabina in tow and the expression on his face gives you pause.

“Diana, my little flower, your mother and I have some important matters to discuss.” He gestures to Sabina and she steps forward. 

“Why don’t you come with me, little one, let us go and raid the cellar for some honeycomb.” Sabina smiles, urging her to follow but Diana frowns, sensing the wrongness of the situation. She looks at you for a moment, clutching at your arm. 

“Go on, let me speak to your father.” You smile, keeping your composure for her benefit despite the way your heart races. She nods, carefully handing you her needle and thread and you put everything aside. Sabina holds her arm out for her, Diana gives her father a quick hug around the middle before leaving the room. 

“What is it? What is the matter?” A fear grips you, some unknown danger lurks through your lungs, threading through your ribs and curling around your heart. 

“Peace, do not fear.” He takes your hands in his, pressing them to his lips and you take a deep breath.

“Is it another war? Will you leave me again?” Memories of his injury resurface, the wound that almost took him from you, the scar that greets you whenever he undresses. Tears gather at the thought of him going off to fight once more, with him older now, they threaten to fall but he shakes his head and pulls you close. 

“No, Gods above, no my love. There is no war–” you sigh into his neck, relief pulling a few tears down your cheeks. He wipes them away, but the frown on his face remains and the relief is short lived. 

“Tell me then, what troubles you?” 

“There is a man, a Legate, who is known to have a heavy hand with his slaves. I am not on friendly terms with him but there are some in this house whom I purchased from him.” He sighs, squeezing your hands in his. You follow along, grateful all over again that he treated the people in your house with dignity. 

“I have been informed that he has a child on the way by a slave, a child he does not want.” He frowns and again, you try again to understand his meaning. 

“I have purchased her.” He comes out with it. 

“You have purchased her? A slave?” You feel nothing, it isn’t something you ever question, from personal experience you are aware of the way they are treated in your home, of the respect afforded to them by both you and your husband, and by your daughter. Your confusion is in why he feels the need to explain himself to you. 

“Yes, I have paid a hefty sum for her because I feared for her life.” He lets out a heavy breath, “Sabina saw her in the market not a day ago, and not only is she quite young, she also had…injuries.” His gaze turns steely, and the implications hurt you. 

“You bought her, to spare her.” He smiles under your hand, but it is a tired, weary thing.

“I could not bear the thought of this young girl fearing for her life, it made me think of my own daughter, of you when I first saw you.” Your heart melts a little, the softness of him, the anger he has for what has been done to this poor girl. 

“I just want her to be safe, I want her child to be safe.” You don’t respond, instead you pull him in, pressing your face into his neck. 

“You are a good man, Marcus. My heart fills with joy that she will be safe here, that her child should survive.” Your fingers thread through his waves and his expression softens, “did you imagine I would be angry with you?” It’s not an accusation, more so a need to understand him.

“No, but you are my wife, this is your house and I would honour your wishes,” He kisses your wrist, “and the purchasing of a girl expecting a baby, the prospect of there being another child in this house warrants your consideration.”

“It is thoughtful of you to consider me, but I see no harm in it. So long as this girl is here for her safety, it is not as though the child is yours. It is not as though you have feelings for this girl—“ 

“Gods above, no my love. You know that is not my way. You know that you are above all others, that you alone hold my love and my interest. She is practically a child herself—“ You laugh, calming him with soft touch.

“Yes Marcus, I know. I trust you, implicitly. Let the girl come, let her be safe and let her child live a good life here—it would be good for Diana as well.” You press kisses to his cheeks, the relief of knowing there is no war is too great to worry about anything except the tight squeeze of his embrace.

-

She is so much younger than you had imagined and the sight of her almost brings tears to your eyes. Quietly she stands, her little belly just starting to show, her eye purple and bruised and anger only adds to your heartbreak. 

“Sabina will show you to your new quarters–make sure she rests, bring her fresh water and food.” You can feel the anger coming off of Marcus in waves, the state of her, the obvious fear–when you’d first entered into Marcus’ service you had been fearful too, but Sabina herself had assuaged you of it. Marcus had been cold, but never cruel.

“I can work Dominus, I can be useful–” He stops her, shaking his head. 

“There is no need, you must rest and heal. I will call for a medicus to see to your health and the child, peace, there is no expectation of you.” You stepped forward, doing your best to smile soft, she stepped back slightly and again your heart wilted. 

“Peace, when all is well and you have rested, I will bring you some things to help with the skin. Some oils and ointments leftover from when I carried my own child.” She frowns in confusion before bowing her head. 

“Gratitude Domina.” Sabina nods to you both, and takes her away. 

“Did you see her eye? I fear that is not her only injury.” He practically fumes and you soothe him with your touch.

“I saw, there are some faded bruises on her arms, some poking out just at the bottom of her tunic–” 

“She is a child.” He turns, the weariness on his face, the fury. “I fear to know her age. I fear what the medicus will say.” He pulls you close, rubbing at your back. 

“We must be gentle with her, assure her that she is not required to serve in that fashion.”

“Sabina will inform her. It was never my way, you were the exception.” He smiles, small and full of fondness, pressing his lips to yours. 

-

When the medicus arrives a week later, her eyes bulge in fear.

“Do not fear, it is only to see if you are healthy and if the child is in good shape.” You sit with her on her bed, comforting her while Diana has her lessons. Although still weary, you can see that Sabina has assured her that you are not anyone that she must fear, that although Marcus has his reputation, inside this house he gives just as much respect as he expects. 

“I will stay with you.” She squeezes your hand for a moment, nodding at you before letting go. 

The Medicus asks her questions and you learn that her name is Vesta. He asks about her first blood, about when the child was conceived. He asks her age, and when she timidly says fifteen your stomach drops. She should have been married, she should have been courted and treated gently but she is a slave, and slaves are not often afforded kindness. You worry about the toll of the pregnancy especially with the size of her, still so small that the birth would surely be a concern. 

You hold her hand as he does his examination, smile reassuringly when he measures her belly and when he does the more invasive check. 

“Everything right now is as we want it to be but you must eat more, we shall have to monitor the growth as your hips are still quite narrow, Gods willing everything will turn out.” She smiles, placated but doubts of your own take root within, her hips are small and if the child grows too large, the birth will be very difficult.

-

The sun shines brightly, shafts of light filter through the olive trees that grow taller and taller within the peristyle. Diana sits with you in a little bit of shade, the two of you continuing with your sewing. She huffs when she does not get the stitch just right. 

“Patience, little love, it will come to you with time and practice.” She nods, lip caught between teeth as she continues. Her head lifts when Vesta finds you, her belly growing seemingly by the minute. 

“I have brought you fresh water, Domina, and some fruit as well.” The tray is heavy and you frown, taking it from her and setting it down on the little table beside you.

“Gratitude, but as Marcus and I have told you, we do not require anything of you but rest.” 

“I must be useful, I cannot just sit idle.” She bows her head, “I am filled with gratitude at the kindness you and the Dominus have shown me but I want to earn my place–”

“Enough of that, your only task is to heal, and grow that child. With what the medicus has advised you need to be very careful.” You guide her to sit, pouring for her, ignoring the protests. “Peace Vesta, this is not new to me.” You smile. 

“Is it painful?” Diana puts her sewing things away and moves closer, inquisitive, and it hurts to know they are not very far apart in age. 

“Sometimes, my lady. Mostly I feel that I am full of stones.” They smile at each other. 

“Is that how it was for you, Mother? Did I feel like stones?” 

“You, my child, felt like a storm.” You kiss the top of her head and she beams, she has always loved hearing about her birth. Vesta winces, her hand lands on her belly and after a moment she lets out a sigh. 

“Are you well?” Diana frowns, and Vesta nods. 

“Yes, it has started kicking and sometimes it startles me a bit.” Her face has healed, in truth she is a lovely girl, hair dark as night, eyes the green of fresh laurel and skin golden as though from days spent in the sun. “Would you like to feel?” 

Diana nods quickly, jumping at the chance and the picture of them together fills your heart with something, you are old enough to be her mother. You could almost imagine it then, an older child, one that was happily married to a good man, happiness, the thought of a grandchild. It shocks you, but in an unexpected, happy way.

“I feel it!” Diana smiles wide, her fathers dimple shines on her face and you let them have the moment. 

Later on, when Diana has gone riding with Marcus, you sit with Vesta alone. 

“Domina, may I ask you something?” She helps with the sewing Diana had not finished. 

“Speak freely.” 

“I–I would ask about the future of my child, once it is born.” She looks up, worry clear on her face. “Will the child be permitted to remain? Or will it be sold off?” You frown, noticing the way her hands shake and all at once you are reminded of the way things are in most houses. 

“Vesta, you and your child are to remain here, together.” When you level your gaze at her, she breaks down into tears, heavy sobs clawing at her throat. You take the needle and the cloth from her, sitting beside her to gather her into your arms. “I know it is difficult to believe, but you must trust me when I say that you are safe here.” You stroke her hair, letting her cry into your shoulder. 

“I myself came to this house as a slave.” She looks at you in shock, eyes red and you cannot help but laugh, “I speak the truth, when I came here I was just a slave, older than you and scared of how I might be treated. Marcus has always had a reputation for brutality. He was cold, he was reserved, but he was never cruel. You can speak to anyone in this house, he is a good man, he is a loving husband, he is a wonderful father, and he will not hurt you or separate you from your child.” You wipe her tears away, “The only thing he requires from you, is respect, and he will give it right back. We all have our place, but within it there is dignity. You never need fear of unwanted advances again. Understood?” 

She sobs for a moment, taking in the knowledge that despite the things she has survived, the indignities she has suffered, life here will be better. She nods, and you continue with your sewing.

-

Diana takes to her, whenever she isn’t busy with her lessons, whenever she has a spare moment she sits with Vesta, listening to her speak about the baby and about her life up until arriving in your house. You are grateful that she spares your daughter from the more brutal details, and you rejoice in the fact that she has another young girl to speak to. 

Marcus has Diana’s baby things brought into Vestas chambers, despite her insistence that they are too fine. He waves her concerns away and a small chest is brought in, full of small robes along with the cradle. 

He buys the teas and potions recommended by the midwife to aid in her birth, he makes sure the oils for her skin are on hand and seeing him care for her as though she were another daughter only makes your love for him grow.

“Will you be this way when Diana marries? When she is with her husband and with child?” You lie with him, naked in bed one night and he groans. 

“Gods above, I cannot imagine my baby marrying.” He grimaces, “She is not yet ten years of age, we still have years yet.” 

“It sounds as though you are reassuring yourself.” You tease him, smiling at his discomfort, “It is terrifying to think that soon she will be of the age for such things, proposals and a marriage, she will leave us–” He pulls you close, stopping your musings with a loud groan into your neck. 

“Please my love, do not torture me.” He sighs, pressing his lips to your neck, “I cannot bear the thought of our little girl being a grown woman. Time is moving far too fast, can we not stop it for a while? Bask in the joy of it all?” 

“If only it were possible to do so.” You cradle his head, massaging his scalp softly. “We are in the midst of joy Marcus, we are blessed, we have a beautiful daughter and a loving home. You are here, Rome is peaceful, what else could we ask for without tempting the Gods?” 

“You are right, of course.” His hands sweep up, stroking at your hips, your belly until he palms the weight of your breast.

“What would I do without you?” His lips move across your neck, his tongue tasting your skin as his thumb strums softly at your nipple. Arousal pools low in your belly at the slow steady sweep of his thumb, and when he lowers his head and takes the other in his mouth it pulls a moan from you. 

“I feel as though I have not touched you in ages–” His warm breath against the wet peak of your nipple sends a shiver down your spine, you let out a low laugh, lip caught between your teeth as his own tease at the sensitive peak. 

“Ages? Are you sure it has not been a mere week?” You scratch at silver scruff on his cheeks. His kiss moves to the valley between your breasts, smiling his mischievous smile. 

“A week is an age, I need you constantly.” You laugh, pulling him up for a kiss. 

“I remember a time when you had me daily, scarcely let me have a moment's rest.” His playful shock makes you laugh, “Now I must content myself alone–” You laugh harder when he buries his face into your neck, his scruff tickling you. 

“You wound me–” He settles between your legs, fitting himself into the wide spread of them. His cock slips between the lips of your sex, hard, hot and heavy enough to pull a steady flow of arousal from your cunt. 

“Have I been neglectful of you?” He shifts, coating himself in you.

“Oh yes, exceedingly so.” The pout is an exaggerated thing and he bites at your lip.

“My poor, empty little wife,” with a shift, he reaches down and notches the blunt tip of his cock at your entrance, “let me redeem myself—“

A mutual sigh fills the room when he sinks himself inside you to the hilt. The moon shines in through the window, casting dark shadows across his face as he holds himself above you. Even after all of the years you’ve spent together, the deepening of lines on his face, the way the silver has overtaken the dark brown of his hair, the slight softening of his middle—it does nothing to hinder his beauty. Even now, the strength in his arms, arms that you’ve touched and been held by a thousand times over still make you dizzy with want. 

His pace is unhurried, languid, decadent. 

Your mouth opens under him when you pull him closer, needing the weight of him and he obliges. You sigh when his hand lands heavy on your thigh to shift it higher, up onto his ribs. His tongue tastes of honey, of devotion and you drink his passion down like fine wine. 

Your heart pounds, a loud boom in your ears, a pleasurable pulse in your cunt, a warmth flooding the corners of you with every heavy stroke of his cock. He huffs out a low laugh, cocky and confident at the way your hips cant up to meet his rhythm, his eyes a lust-blown black when he thrusts harder.

Your arousal for him is a river between your thighs, a holy fountain. It soaks the hair at the base of his cock, it rings loudly with every snap of his hips, a vulgar hymn at the altar of your cunt. 

Sweat beads in his hairline and between the press of your bodies, you feel it at the base of his skull when you clutch at him, his breath a damp pant into the crook of your neck. The pleasure builds like a fire in your core and he fans the flames, his steady stroke turns into a heavy grind and the pressure of it at your clit is almost enough.

With fingers gripping his hair like talons, you focus on the pleasure of it, shift your hips and spread your legs a little wider and it’s perfect.

“Yes, yes, yes, just there—“ with a clench and a heavy sigh the dam breaks and it flows like water. His low groan only heightens it, a heavier push to get deeper still, a firm grip on your thigh; all of it only intensifies the climax.

-

As the months progress, so does her pregnancy and your fears for the birth.

Your affection for her grows as well, swells within you with every laugh you share, with every meal she takes with your family, with every smile that blooms on her face. Marcus takes to her as well, in a fatherly way. It is evident in the way he cares for her, the way he considers her needs the same way he considers Dianas but whereas you enjoy her company and rejoice in her finding peace within your house, Marcus harbous anger that she has been put in this position. 

He focuses on the preparations, calling for the midwife and her attendants to have rooms in your home once it is clear that labour is imminent. He hides his fears in practicality, hides his anger within his focus. 

-

It is not the knock that wakes you, rather Marcus’ reaction to it. All his time in Rome's army had made him a light sleeper, and the slightest disturbance could thrust him into full alertness. You felt him stir, felt the shift of him sliding out of bed, heard soft words exchanged at the door. 

“What is the matter, Marcus?” You rise, wiping the sleep from your eyes. 

“Vesta’s labours have begun.” With a candle given to him by the attendant at the door, he lights the one in your room before handing you your robe to dress. 

“I will go to her, she will need support.” You had already discussed it, and he nods, listening as he dressed and splashed water onto his face.

“I will wake the midwife.” 

-

Her face is pale when you find her, eyes bulging in fear as she paces around her chamber. Sabina rubs her back, keeping pace with her as she moves and you almost feel the echo of your own labours when she clutches at her belly in agony. 

“Breathe, Vesta. With me–” You take a deep breath in, guiding her. She nods, watching and syncing her breaths with yours. “Good, let us continue with the walking, it will help. Has the water come yet?” 

“No Domina, it is just pain, low and sharp but it does not last, it comes and goes.” 

“Okay, let us walk throughout the house, Sabina, would you please make her some tea?” You take over, threading her arm through yours to keep her steady. 

“At once, Domina.” She moves quickly, leaving you with the young girl as you both make your way slowly down the dark hall. 

“I am scared.” Her voice is whisper thin, but you did not need her to voice it out loud. Her fear is palpable and how could you blame her? Your eyes drift to the size of her hips, to the slight frame of her. Despite your own fear, despite your own silent prayer to all of the Gods you pat her hand softly and speak with more confidence than you feel.

“I will be there with you, the midwife will guide us and we must be brave, yes? Now, have you thought of a name?” She lets out a shaky breath, smiling before focusing on her breathing once again. 

“If it is a girl, I thought maybe Flora.” 

“That would be a lovely name, and for a boy?” The light coming through the windows is a deep blue, dawn is creeping up on the horizon. 

“For a boy, I am torn. I like the name Atticus, as well as Linus.” The house is quiet, the low shuffle of your footsteps echo throughout the hallway. Diana will be up soon, moving about her chambers in preparation to feed and water her horse. You are still not sure whether you want her to be present for the birth of Vesta’s child, no matter how much you know she desires it.

“Those are also very fine choices.” 

“Which would you choose, Domina? If I may ask.” 

“For a boy? I confess they both have their merits, I do like Atticus, it is a strong name, they both are.” Sabina greets you with the tea at the mouth of the hall, carefully handing it to Vesta. She takes it with a grateful nod. 

“I think you are right, Atticus is my first choice.” She smiles, wincing through another grip of pain. 

“Sit, rest and drink while we wait for the midwife.” You guide her to one of the more comfortable chairs in the room where you took your meals. 

When Marcus finds you a few hours later the sun has risen and despite the pain gripping her regularly, her water has not yet come. The midwife is with him when he finds you rubbing her lower back. You almost laugh at how awkward he is, a nervous shifting of his feet, some mumbling words of encouragement for her before taking his leave. 

“Deep breath in, that’s it.” She has a surprising amount of strength in her grip around your hand, you can feel the blunt ends of her nails pressing deep, leaving little half-moon marks in their wake. She nods, trying her best to listen when the pain grips her. They come quicker and quicker as the sun follows its path, stronger too. Sweat beads on her skin, her dark hair sticks to her neck and to her brow. 

The midwife checks Vestas progress between short walks throughout the room. She sends her outside for fresh air, and makes her drink the tea. Her good spirits, her easy smiles despite the pain you know she's in inspires a flame of hope. The Gods have been good to you after all and your faith in them whispers of how it will be once she has made it through her labours, of the glow of life that will fill her just as it did for you once Diana had come into the world. 

The flame dwindles slightly at the sight of the blood in her water, the corruption of it is a test of that faith but you meet it head on. You face her dead on, meeting her terrified, laurel-green gaze and speak to her with a confidence you do not feel. The midwife does not panic, she speaks with authority, guides her to the birthing stool and the real fight begins. 

Her screams echo through the house, they fill every corner of it. 

With a damp linen you wipe at her brow, speaking to her softly as she does her best to push the child out but as the hours pass, that little flame begins to flicker. 

“You’re almost there Vesta, you are so close–” You tie her hair back, wipe the tears from her reddened cheeks. 

“I am going to try to use my hands, the pain will be great but for now it is the best chance we have.” The midwife catches your eye, and you feel it in your heart that it is worse than she is letting on. Vesta grits her teeth though, and you keep it inside. 

“I am ready.” Her lip trembles, her eyes fill with tears and so do yours, but she grits her teeth and pushes anyway, showing an amount of bravery that few people twice her age possess. The midwife encourages her as she screams through the pushing, the blood drips down her arms and pools on the linens below. 

It is an eternity, the push, the pull, the blood–and then a baby screams and your heart rejoices. Vesta smiles through her sigh, but her colour drains and she wilts like a crushed flower in your arms. 

“Vesta, Vesta do not sleep–wake up, you must hold the child, you have done it!” She does not respond however, and you use all the strength you can muster to hold her up as the midwife works feverishly to stop the steady river of blood from between her legs. 

“Domina–” It is a breathy whisper, a moment of clarity between a sightless flutter of her eyelids. 

“Vesta!” Her colour scares you, and the frantic movements of the midwife do nothing to bring her back to full wakefulness. 

“Vesta!”

-

The Gods are many things. They are generous, they have bestowed you with a happy home; a loving, devoted husband and a healthy child. They have plucked you from a life of servitude and made you Lady Acacius, wife of the General of the Roman army. 

They are merciful, they have guided your husband through countless battles and wars and made him victorious. They have blessed him with the love of the Emperor and the respect of the people of Rome, and made him a wealthy man. 

The Gods are also cruel.

All of the generosity, all of the gifts and blessings, every wonderful aspect of life must be paid for and they do not accept anything less than blood. 

She is smaller in death. Younger still than the picture of her you hold within your mind. The gauze covers her from head to foot but it does not move, her breath does not disturb the sheer fabric, her breast does not rise and fall with the breath of life. Her laughter, her easy smile is a ghost that haunts the corners of your house, her short life echoes in the cries of her son. 

Marcus handles everything to do with the procession, he arranges for her body to be burned, for all of the rights and proceedings required for a person after death. He spared you the details, and you were grateful for it. 

Diana’s grief for Vesta is an immense, untameable thing. It was a hurt you could not fix, a want that Marcus could not indulge. Seeing the gravity of it on her face, hearing it in her cries somehow seemed to magnify your own grief, it gained a new aspect. Her pain gave your pain dimension.

Atticus so resembled his mother that it was sometimes hard to hold him. 

Harder still was the little bit of reluctance within Marcus to get too close to the boy, a fear that he couldn’t hide whenever he held him—a slight crease between his brow, the careful way he cradled him so opposite of the natural connection he held with Diana from the second she had come to this world. There were aspects to that too, his feelings towards this orphaned boy. Reluctance of course, but also pity, empathy, a fierce protectiveness and above all, love.

-

The grief was still a sharp blade between the ribs when the letter came, and all it did was twist it, scrape it against your bones and bleed you dry.

“This must be a jest, a very poor jest.” Atticus sleeps against your breast, a long piece of linen wrapped about your middle holding him to you. 

“It is no jest my love, he is quite clear.” His tone is indecipherable and the glimpse of that more strategic aspect of him fills you with anger. 

“He writes to collect his son—“

“Atticus is not his son.” He sighs, resigned and tired rather than angry.

“In all truth, Atticus is his son—regardless of how we may feel about it.” He raises his hands to forestall the rage burning within. “He does have the right to claim him, take him and raise him as he sees fit.”

“Raise him? He did not even want him! He sold his mother to you without a second thought!” 

“I know, it is a difficult situation but we must think about this. In the end, he is the boy's father.” 

He sets his letters down and you can see a glimpse of something, that love you knew was there, that space within his heart—within his soul for another child shining through the anger and practicality; shining through the logic.

“No.” The blood in your veins boils, fizzles and cracks and lights up your bones with the injustice of it all, your hands cradle the small bundle at your breast almost involuntarily, an unconscious protection. His frown deepens.

“He is—“

“No Marcus. No.” Tears of frustration gather in the corners of your eyes, fed and watered by the shadow of grief that follows you like a cloud. Atticus moves and when you look at him Vestas face is so clear in his, her black hair a soft down on his head.

“I am a good wife, Marcus, I have never disobeyed you, never dishonoured you or questioned your word. Not during my servitude, and not during our years as husband and wife, but I will not stand for this. This child, Vestas' child, belongs in this house. She died here, bringing him into this world and I gave her my word that he would stay. I have said my prayers and made the sacrifices so that he may live here, loved and well-cared for and neither you, nor that man will take him from me.” The ire of it burns within your breast, shines out through your steady, unflinching gaze. 

He does not respond and the silence between you fills the space. You do not fear what he may say, you do not worry about what he may think, the anger and the grief are too big for that. He sighs, heavy and resigned before giving you a small, proud smile. 

“Very well, my love. He will stay.”

-

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THIS IS HOW TOMORROW MOVES BOT DROP

only took me about a month... honestly these are not proof read so i really hope you like them!! as always please drop some requests in my inbox so i can write more xo

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i did skip out on one song (the man who left too soon) because it was about a topic i didn't feel comfortable making a bot on, hopefully that's fine... also one of these has been out (coming home) but i put it on here anyway!

truly a drop full of angst, relationship problems, and coming to terms with yourself. as beabadoobee intended <3

track 1 - take a bite (carmen berzatto) - in which carmen isn't used to being in a functional relationship and needs some help from his girlfriend to understand how it's meant to work.

track 2 - california (aaron hotchner) - in which aaron has gone away for one too many work trips, and comes home to find his girlfriend ready to leave him. how will he fix this one?

track 3 - one time (michael berzatto) - in which michael and his girlfriend have drifted apart, but she notices his stress, and he's not used to talking it out.

track 4 - real man (rafe cameron) - in which rafe breaks up with his girlfriend, but can't deal with her moving in, and has the smallest ego ever (lie).

track 5 - tie my shoes (lip gallagher) - in which lip's girlfriend is pregnant, gives birth, and he's still scared to become frank despite the fact he's already stepped up.

track 6 - girl song (carmen berzatto) - in which carmen's girlfriend is insecure and he doesn't know how to help her except lavish her in compliments she doesn't feel like she deserves.

track 7 - coming home (carmen berzatto) - in which carmen has been spending so much time away from home, he feels the need to make a special evening to make it up to his girlfriend.

track 8 - ever seen (spencer reid) - in which spencer tries desperately to repair his relationship when he sees her starting to slip away. and it's actually working.

track 9 - a cruel affair (bucky barnes) - in which bucky and his girlfriend are both insecure and have a lot to complain about. but he's ready to look on the brighter side of life.

track 10 - post (chandler bing) - in which chandler made her wait way too long for his commitment, but he's desperate to get her attention back now that he realised he's ready.

track 11 - beaches (jj maybank) - in which jj adopts the kook princess into the pogue group and takes her in during her time of hardship, like the knight in shining armour he is.

track 12 - everything i want (art donaldson) - in which a divorced art finds himself head over heels in love with a younger woman who gives him everything he could dream of.

track 14 - this is how it went (richie jerimovich) - in which richie learns the hard way that dating a singer means having your issues on blast, but his protests turn into his realisation he's not ready to lose her.

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ultimate master list vol. 2

started: 10/12/2024

updated: 12/18/2024

~ heyy beautiful people, I didn’t know there was a 100 link post limit sooo u can still click the master list link to view the 1st one. I have decided to create this •master list• to make my page more easier to navigate and enjoy :) i take requests so feel free to drop whatever you want because I write everyday! the wolfpack is my preference but I will write for any other twilight characters as well :> however, I wont write about jacob black x renesmee and quil x claire xoxo (plagiarism of my writing is NOT allowed)

Twilight Saga

moodboards

alice cullen

rosalie hale

alec volturi

caius volturi

victoria

paul x reader home

edward cullen

la push, washington

jasper hale

wolfpack imagines

paul lahote

still sane

biting down

feel good

i think

guilty conscious

xo

just for now

hit me where it hurts

melting

infatuation

fallen alien

super freak

no problems

an angel cried

sweet insomnia

taking responsibility

bb

now or never

my sister says the saddest things

come on let’s go

door

hit me where it hurts part 2

where do we go

door part 2

it’s nice to have a friend

all for us

hold no grudge

so hot you’re hurting my feelings

sticky

how to disappear

embry call

forget it

know the way

cross you out

which way

freedun

which way part 2

l$d

coming back

lonely star

l$d part 2

take it back

the man with the axe

jacob black

rumors

sam uley

plastic doll

sour candy part 2

jared cameron

love scars

seth clearwater

billions

robbers

you’re not the one

judge judy

supernova pt 2

save me

on earth

kiss me more

disease

quil ateara

eventually

leah clearwater

kill v maim

what a girl wants

official

out of the woods

never be the same

reader x paul x embry x seth

wanted u

wanted u part 2

wolfpack smut

paul lahote

pretty

nsfw alphabet hcs

sfw alphabet hcs

quil x embry x reader

groupie love

wolfpack series

out of your league part 12

out of your league part 13

out of your league part 14

out of your league part 15

out of your league part 16

out of your league part 17

out of your league scenario (paul’s version)

out of your league part 18

out of your league part 19

out of your league part 20

out of your league part 21

out of your league part 22

wolfpack blurbs

pack x reader

444+222

sundress

tongues

heat

ideal

vampire imagines

alec volturi

ghostride

caius volturi

don’t forget

plans

twilight imagines

victoria

life in the vivid dream

trans!jacob black x alice cullen

snow on the beach